right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He works his jaw a fraction as she speaks, the mention of Locke liking him, even if it complicates things further. Would Locke even listen to him given the fact that he and Maeve had spent plenty of nights together while he still didn’t know that she was with Locke? Would it even matter? He sucks in a breath, letting the words come to the surface before he squashes them down – watching her with something somber, something gentler than he has in a while.
“Maybe it’s something you can’t fix, Maeve. Maybe it’s something he has to fix on his own time?” He suggests, before exhaling slowly, looking over toward the fire, back to Aidon who tries to comfort Maeve, and while Sunjata isn’t really in the mindset of comforting other people, she had comforted him while Nate was gone.
So he reaches forward, trying to tug her in against his chest to give her a light squeeze, some attempt at comfort even if he’s unsure if it’s a good idea. She’ll find his heartbeat smooth and steady, warmth radiating from him from beneath the shirt he wears. “Maybe it just takes time?” He suggests a bit quieter, unsure what would help.
Everyone knew he wasn’t good at wording what he wanted to say, not even in the face of his own death.
“Maybe it’s something you can’t fix, Maeve. Maybe it’s something he has to fix on his own time?” He suggests, before exhaling slowly, looking over toward the fire, back to Aidon who tries to comfort Maeve, and while Sunjata isn’t really in the mindset of comforting other people, she had comforted him while Nate was gone.
So he reaches forward, trying to tug her in against his chest to give her a light squeeze, some attempt at comfort even if he’s unsure if it’s a good idea. She’ll find his heartbeat smooth and steady, warmth radiating from him from beneath the shirt he wears. “Maybe it just takes time?” He suggests a bit quieter, unsure what would help.
Everyone knew he wasn’t good at wording what he wanted to say, not even in the face of his own death.
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.
