right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
If nothing else, Sunjata can definitely pass word along so that Nate isn’t surprised when Maeve’s letter arrives. As it stands now, though, he simply nods in agreement to her, nursing the glass a bit before he leans forward to set it on the table – sinking back into the cushions as the alcohol melds within him and burns in his gut, soothing the rough, jagged edges of himself.
And when she speaks again, his attention flickers to her face. There’s a pang of sympathy there, but it’s also paired with confusion. He rarely sees Locke, it’s unlikely he’d see him before she had a chance to talk to him, but he supposes if it helps then he could try to. Of course, he doesn’t know when the Ark will be back and he certainly doesn’t know where he’ll be in that time.
“I can try to, Maeve, but… I don’t know him. I don’t particularly want to stick my nose into something where it doesn’t belong to begin with.” He sighs, tilting his head to regard her more carefully. “I don’t know why he’d listen to me over someone else? Over you?” He pauses, regarding her a bit more carefully before his gaze flickers to the fire and away from her tears.
He knows he’s being unhelpful, but it doesn’t make sense to him. “If he’s anything like me, then he might be scared and pushing you away?” A shoulder rises in a shrug. “When Luci died again, it took me a very long time to tell anyone I loved them.” He works his jaw in thought. “It took until basically my fucking engagement with Nate before I was even able to tell him that I loved him.” His gaze flickers back to Maeve’s face, wondering if she’s understanding what he’s getting at.
Love is terrifying. And to have it ripped away so many times? He stopped offering it to begin with.
And when she speaks again, his attention flickers to her face. There’s a pang of sympathy there, but it’s also paired with confusion. He rarely sees Locke, it’s unlikely he’d see him before she had a chance to talk to him, but he supposes if it helps then he could try to. Of course, he doesn’t know when the Ark will be back and he certainly doesn’t know where he’ll be in that time.
“I can try to, Maeve, but… I don’t know him. I don’t particularly want to stick my nose into something where it doesn’t belong to begin with.” He sighs, tilting his head to regard her more carefully. “I don’t know why he’d listen to me over someone else? Over you?” He pauses, regarding her a bit more carefully before his gaze flickers to the fire and away from her tears.
He knows he’s being unhelpful, but it doesn’t make sense to him. “If he’s anything like me, then he might be scared and pushing you away?” A shoulder rises in a shrug. “When Luci died again, it took me a very long time to tell anyone I loved them.” He works his jaw in thought. “It took until basically my fucking engagement with Nate before I was even able to tell him that I loved him.” His gaze flickers back to Maeve’s face, wondering if she’s understanding what he’s getting at.
Love is terrifying. And to have it ripped away so many times? He stopped offering it to begin with.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
