we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
Abandoned or not, there was a sort of innocence with children and given Maeve’s closeness to Safrin, Sunjata can’t imagine that the goddess would deny a hug from a child. But of course, he doesn’t know what she’ll do – the only thing he can do is pretend to know if only to make it easier for Edmund to stomach. Yet again, another child that didn’t need to grow up chastised for things out of their control. If anyone could relate, Sunjata’s got that in the box.
But the lighter is out, the flame is sparked, and Sunjata knows what kind of focus goes into the boys eyes the second it snaps to the flame. It’s a similar focus he gets when he’s within his shift – an instinctual part of him that latches on and takes over, but it still doesn’t stop the panic of Sunjata’s bunching muscles in his legs, ready to try and stand and get the flame off of Edmund in case the boy wasn’t Abandoned at all.
The last thing he needed to explain was that the boy had burned himself under Sunjata’s watch. But all panic smooths over into relief when Sunjata moves to try and protect Edmund from the burn when the boy seems to cradle the flame within his hands. The Flood slowly closes the lid to the lighter, arms resting on his legs as he peers from the flame to Edmund’s face, before humming his own kind of agreement. “I think you’re right.” He murmurs softly, no judgement within his tone – despite the way his steel gaze scans the boys face. “Looks like you’ve got fire magic.”
But the lighter is out, the flame is sparked, and Sunjata knows what kind of focus goes into the boys eyes the second it snaps to the flame. It’s a similar focus he gets when he’s within his shift – an instinctual part of him that latches on and takes over, but it still doesn’t stop the panic of Sunjata’s bunching muscles in his legs, ready to try and stand and get the flame off of Edmund in case the boy wasn’t Abandoned at all.
The last thing he needed to explain was that the boy had burned himself under Sunjata’s watch. But all panic smooths over into relief when Sunjata moves to try and protect Edmund from the burn when the boy seems to cradle the flame within his hands. The Flood slowly closes the lid to the lighter, arms resting on his legs as he peers from the flame to Edmund’s face, before humming his own kind of agreement. “I think you’re right.” He murmurs softly, no judgement within his tone – despite the way his steel gaze scans the boys face. “Looks like you’ve got fire magic.”
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
