i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
He tugs his daughter closer to him, crouched before her as he is – scanning her face when all the bright and hopeful hues in her green gaze begin to shift to something uncertain, and Sunjata finds his gut churning, his smile faltering ever so slightly as concern starts to pour through him. She looks down and away and he reaches up to push her blonde hair back from her face, thumb brushing by her temple in a gentle, fatherly touch of consolation.
To be with Safrin again is something Sunjata can understand, even if it did make him sad a fraction. Life was hard and truthfully, he’d give a lot to be able to spend time with his mother again if he could. As it stood, though, his daughter continues. Talks of sadness and Nate and Haai and Sunjata nods in understanding, not needing her to finish what the train of thought is.
His hand slips around her, pulling her in for a hug where he can press a kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s hard, Ria. And it’s unfair.” He murmurs softly, keeping a nice tight hug around his daughter. “Haai loved you very much, but she’s in a better place now. She’s up there with Mort chasing all the ramphires she can find.” He tells her, though of course he doesn’t know. It’s more hope than anything else. But he pulls away a fraction to try and capture his daughter’s jade gaze. “I wish so badly that you didn’t have to deal with all of this. But you’ll always have your mother watching you from above in every star and at the shrines when you go to see her. And you’ll always have me, too, regardless of what happens. Do you know how I know?” He asks her, a well hidden fracturing steel gaze tries to scan her face, waiting to see what she might guess.
To be with Safrin again is something Sunjata can understand, even if it did make him sad a fraction. Life was hard and truthfully, he’d give a lot to be able to spend time with his mother again if he could. As it stood, though, his daughter continues. Talks of sadness and Nate and Haai and Sunjata nods in understanding, not needing her to finish what the train of thought is.
His hand slips around her, pulling her in for a hug where he can press a kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s hard, Ria. And it’s unfair.” He murmurs softly, keeping a nice tight hug around his daughter. “Haai loved you very much, but she’s in a better place now. She’s up there with Mort chasing all the ramphires she can find.” He tells her, though of course he doesn’t know. It’s more hope than anything else. But he pulls away a fraction to try and capture his daughter’s jade gaze. “I wish so badly that you didn’t have to deal with all of this. But you’ll always have your mother watching you from above in every star and at the shrines when you go to see her. And you’ll always have me, too, regardless of what happens. Do you know how I know?” He asks her, a well hidden fracturing steel gaze tries to scan her face, waiting to see what she might guess.
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
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.
