right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
There’s no answer. Nothing comes. Nothing.
And the only question that comes to mind is why.
He’s come so close so many times to that last fateful breath. Maybe this time it’ll be better. Maybe this time he thinks he’ll have deserved it.
After all, he’s become a demigod for a god that hadn’t even answered his call in what he would consider the most important time he tried.
And instead? Is left behind with Ronin. To be patronized yet again when he’s down. To be patched back up by Safrin’s dog. Belittled. Berated. Again.
It would be so much easier, wouldn’t it? To just take the last breath and be done with it. But there’s Kamaria, there’s Nate, there’s Romeo and Amadeus back home and Saartjie… And he knows he can’t.
The illumination hits him and it breathes life back into his lungs.
He rises, gasping for air, pulled up onto his elbows while tears burn against his long lashes. Ronin’s threat is made and heard, and he’s gone before he manages to rise to his knees, hands running along his skin, along his chest as if he’s making sure he’s real.
And somewhere within Sunjata, something breaks and shatters more, each and every piece of himself he’d glued back together, shattering along the seams.
And somewhere even further within the Flood, he realizes that there’s no coming back from it. No taping himself back up.
He’s not even fractured anymore. Just jagged glass.
— FIN ;-;
- N o t h i n g . . .
And the only question that comes to mind is why.
He’s come so close so many times to that last fateful breath. Maybe this time it’ll be better. Maybe this time he thinks he’ll have deserved it.
After all, he’s become a demigod for a god that hadn’t even answered his call in what he would consider the most important time he tried.
And instead? Is left behind with Ronin. To be patronized yet again when he’s down. To be patched back up by Safrin’s dog. Belittled. Berated. Again.
It would be so much easier, wouldn’t it? To just take the last breath and be done with it. But there’s Kamaria, there’s Nate, there’s Romeo and Amadeus back home and Saartjie… And he knows he can’t.
The illumination hits him and it breathes life back into his lungs.
He rises, gasping for air, pulled up onto his elbows while tears burn against his long lashes. Ronin’s threat is made and heard, and he’s gone before he manages to rise to his knees, hands running along his skin, along his chest as if he’s making sure he’s real.
And somewhere within Sunjata, something breaks and shatters more, each and every piece of himself he’d glued back together, shattering along the seams.
And somewhere even further within the Flood, he realizes that there’s no coming back from it. No taping himself back up.
He’s not even fractured anymore. Just jagged glass.
— FIN ;-;
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
