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
He nearly trips when she stops, her words of surprise hitting his ears a bit belatedly and he works to catch himself as his ribs tweak with how he manages to stay upright instead of falling like a lumbering tower of bricks. He turns to her then, all amusement in his face as he flashes her a small, playful smile. “No not really. I was swallowed by a mud monster once and nearly drowned again. Got a bit crushed in that process too.”
But she goes on, and the truth of the words cuts through his amusement – the mask falling off in such a stark surprise that he almost shudders under the weight of her gaze, a hand rising to tear through his longer hair now, to run to the back of his neck, to scratch at a phantom itch there. “No, Saar.” He admits quietly. “I didn’t fight back. I deserved it to an extent… But not only that, I’m weak now. In comparison to him? What could I have done?” He asks her, waving that hand at the back of his neck in front of him and summoning a bubble of water, one that he takes to make a stream that spins around in circles in front of her, in the space between them.
“I have my shifts, yes, but he has more. I have this magic when he can literally explode like a star. What else could I have done but wait until it was over?” He asks quietly, letting the water drop to the sand, wetting it in streams of dark, ashy brown while his steel gaze focuses on her face.
But she goes on, and the truth of the words cuts through his amusement – the mask falling off in such a stark surprise that he almost shudders under the weight of her gaze, a hand rising to tear through his longer hair now, to run to the back of his neck, to scratch at a phantom itch there. “No, Saar.” He admits quietly. “I didn’t fight back. I deserved it to an extent… But not only that, I’m weak now. In comparison to him? What could I have done?” He asks her, waving that hand at the back of his neck in front of him and summoning a bubble of water, one that he takes to make a stream that spins around in circles in front of her, in the space between them.
“I have my shifts, yes, but he has more. I have this magic when he can literally explode like a star. What else could I have done but wait until it was over?” He asks quietly, letting the water drop to the sand, wetting it in streams of dark, ashy brown while his steel gaze focuses on her face.
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.
