SUNJATA
i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul
found my father but i lost my soul
She sharpens, and he recognizes it because it’s something he’s done many times before too. Their eyes meet, steel meeting her green gaze, the sharpness of her tongue meeting his ears easily paired with the help of the golden earring in his ear. His head shakes a fraction, sending the other set of earrings – a gift from Nate – swinging just above his shoulders. “Not… Not that it means nothing, Aurelia. It’s complicated.” She should know that, shouldn’t she? “Maybe before when I hadn’t fucked it up with having a kid with Safrin and almost ruining my marriage.” The honesty is there, bleak as it is, all truths of which she should know. Things she did know.
She was there.
She looks away and her arms cross and his hang limply at his sides and he finds himself drawing a few steps closer, eyes never leaving her as his brows raise a fraction, as the tension in his jaw returns a fraction more than it had before. The words resonate something, it has him wanting to bark a laugh and mention that yeah, a lot of people have been feeling that way around me and I still don’t know what the fuck it is they’re seeing, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches out, a lightning scarred hand resting on her shoulder (the same side her own matching lightning scars lie that he’s not fully aware of to the extent of), when he tries to find his words. “Is it because we’re so similar? Because we’ve done a lot of fucked up shit and might be the only ones that understand what it’s like?” A dark brow raises in question, his hand withdrawing from her now that he’s gotten her attention.
She was there.
She looks away and her arms cross and his hang limply at his sides and he finds himself drawing a few steps closer, eyes never leaving her as his brows raise a fraction, as the tension in his jaw returns a fraction more than it had before. The words resonate something, it has him wanting to bark a laugh and mention that yeah, a lot of people have been feeling that way around me and I still don’t know what the fuck it is they’re seeing, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches out, a lightning scarred hand resting on her shoulder (the same side her own matching lightning scars lie that he’s not fully aware of to the extent of), when he tries to find his words. “Is it because we’re so similar? Because we’ve done a lot of fucked up shit and might be the only ones that understand what it’s like?” A dark brow raises in question, his hand withdrawing from her now that he’s gotten her attention.
i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
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.
