SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
“Oh?” Sunjata prompts out of pure curiosity, unsure of just how far Maeve’s reach had gone. He knew of how much she wished to protect Hotaru, when Sunjata was positive it was the Valkyrie who had set the Slagveld ablaze, a wound dulled over the months of much more love and simultaneous loss. He feels better now, carrying that illusion stone within his pocket, one given to him from his goddess – and it helps not being stuck when it comes to trying to rule an entire region on top of personal squabbles.
Still, it feels like a loss of sorts, and when she tells him yet again he’s a good man, there’s an amused smirk that crosses his face, a snort and a shake of his head as he looks past her out into the rain once more across the way. “Maybe one day it’ll stick.” He comments, over how many times Hotaru could try to convince him that he’s good when he’s essentially done everything to point at the fact he isn’t.
After all, sometimes the road to hell was paved with good intentions. And if there’s one thing Sunjata would budge on his low held opinion of himself, it’s that his intentions had always tried to be good. But he makes mistakes, and that’s what makes him remarkably him. “Oh, her and Nate’s first interaction was quite something.” A shouting match on the doorstep of the house on the cliffs, and gods how Sunjata had gotten an earful on both ends.
As for coming back, his arm remains heavy on her shoulder when his gaze flickers back to her – thinking this moment very much like the first time they’d shared heart to hearts. “I love Torchline. I spent so long looking for her.” He murmurs, a touch softer and a touch more nostalgic. “But there was a point where Torchline didn’t quite love me anymore.” That, and his attempt to not be alone in ruling, in having Nate at his side, the upset from Safrin was far greater. So much greater, in fact, that Sunjata – rather than demote his husband – said to hell with it and left.
Still, it feels like a loss of sorts, and when she tells him yet again he’s a good man, there’s an amused smirk that crosses his face, a snort and a shake of his head as he looks past her out into the rain once more across the way. “Maybe one day it’ll stick.” He comments, over how many times Hotaru could try to convince him that he’s good when he’s essentially done everything to point at the fact he isn’t.
After all, sometimes the road to hell was paved with good intentions. And if there’s one thing Sunjata would budge on his low held opinion of himself, it’s that his intentions had always tried to be good. But he makes mistakes, and that’s what makes him remarkably him. “Oh, her and Nate’s first interaction was quite something.” A shouting match on the doorstep of the house on the cliffs, and gods how Sunjata had gotten an earful on both ends.
As for coming back, his arm remains heavy on her shoulder when his gaze flickers back to her – thinking this moment very much like the first time they’d shared heart to hearts. “I love Torchline. I spent so long looking for her.” He murmurs, a touch softer and a touch more nostalgic. “But there was a point where Torchline didn’t quite love me anymore.” That, and his attempt to not be alone in ruling, in having Nate at his side, the upset from Safrin was far greater. So much greater, in fact, that Sunjata – rather than demote his husband – said to hell with it and left.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
