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
She agrees and it soothes that inner part of him that wars with himself, but it still doesn’t quite nip the trembling and the way he tries to control his breathing. To anyone else it would be like he was normal, but she was his sister, and she’d see through anything he’d try to give her. Honestly, he isn’t sure the reason he does try to hide things aside from not wanting to frighten her away from it, but that’s the whole point of being that protective older brother, is it not?
The question of nephews, though, and the question of whether he’d had kids with anymore gods has him snorting through his inner turmoil, using that as a distraction to soothe his woes. “Gods no.” He breathes, shaking his head. “No, Nate and I rescued them from an attack. We… Adopted them.” He casts his steel gaze over her to see how she takes the information – because back in Korofi, there were orphanages, but there were also the poor children born as a duplicate gender, sent to the edge of Dorobo to lose any automatic claim to anything.
He offers her a ride, though, and she links her arm in his and suggests walking, and Sunjata nods – his hand coming up to rest against hers like they’d often do when they took walks in their mother’s garden back when they were teenagers, putting on a show of being the good children when their father had ambassadors over. “Walking it is.” He murmurs softly, starting to guide them along the beach further and further toward home.
The question of nephews, though, and the question of whether he’d had kids with anymore gods has him snorting through his inner turmoil, using that as a distraction to soothe his woes. “Gods no.” He breathes, shaking his head. “No, Nate and I rescued them from an attack. We… Adopted them.” He casts his steel gaze over her to see how she takes the information – because back in Korofi, there were orphanages, but there were also the poor children born as a duplicate gender, sent to the edge of Dorobo to lose any automatic claim to anything.
He offers her a ride, though, and she links her arm in his and suggests walking, and Sunjata nods – his hand coming up to rest against hers like they’d often do when they took walks in their mother’s garden back when they were teenagers, putting on a show of being the good children when their father had ambassadors over. “Walking it is.” He murmurs softly, starting to guide them along the beach further and further toward home.
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.
