don't you know i'm no good for you?
He lets her take as long as she needs to process the information, given that it’s a lot and there’s so much that’s constantly moving. A wheel that never seems to stop, after all. So when her shoulders slump his gaze finds its way back to her, something narrow and fragile as if he’s waiting for her own tirade of berating him for the choice he’s made – as if he isn’t suddenly making the same questions himself. Its why he’s considering the shrine, after all. To ask Frey why they hadn’t shown.
Why they didn’t help him. How he’d already fucked up in the first few short weeks of being their demigod. What made him unworthy of it.
“Yes.” Sunjata agrees quickly, shortly, swallowing hard after at the mention of the war, wondering if whether Safrin had said he’d rot beneath while everyone fought above would be true. He shakes it from his thoughts as quickly as it comes with a sharp shake of his head. “No, I don’t think you are the only one. It… Was part of the offer.” He murmurs gently, while once he had been so excited to tell everyone about it, it falls flat from his tongue as if he imagines it a mistake.
That’s what everyone keeps telling him, anyway. “It’s why I have magic at all.” He agrees softly, his shoulders also slumping as his jaw feathers and he shoves his hands into his pockets, drawing up to his full height, letting the sun warm him up from within, as if its rays might start to thaw his frozen insides. “They offered to protect me and Nate, without fighting in the war if I got the Voice to agree.” He murmurs, rolling a shoulder as he tilts his head back down to glance at her. “And selfishly I said yes. Because I don’t want to fight in this war. I don’t want to be pointed against my husband as two weapons on opposing sides.”
It feels like a point so many people miss when he tells them his thoughts, and it’s evident in the way there’s little fire behind his words. Evident in how the words seem to come out almost fragile like glass. Because he had assumed it meant his family, when according to Safrin it didn't. And he certainly needs to find some clarification.
Why they didn’t help him. How he’d already fucked up in the first few short weeks of being their demigod. What made him unworthy of it.
“Yes.” Sunjata agrees quickly, shortly, swallowing hard after at the mention of the war, wondering if whether Safrin had said he’d rot beneath while everyone fought above would be true. He shakes it from his thoughts as quickly as it comes with a sharp shake of his head. “No, I don’t think you are the only one. It… Was part of the offer.” He murmurs gently, while once he had been so excited to tell everyone about it, it falls flat from his tongue as if he imagines it a mistake.
That’s what everyone keeps telling him, anyway. “It’s why I have magic at all.” He agrees softly, his shoulders also slumping as his jaw feathers and he shoves his hands into his pockets, drawing up to his full height, letting the sun warm him up from within, as if its rays might start to thaw his frozen insides. “They offered to protect me and Nate, without fighting in the war if I got the Voice to agree.” He murmurs, rolling a shoulder as he tilts his head back down to glance at her. “And selfishly I said yes. Because I don’t want to fight in this war. I don’t want to be pointed against my husband as two weapons on opposing sides.”
It feels like a point so many people miss when he tells them his thoughts, and it’s evident in the way there’s little fire behind his words. Evident in how the words seem to come out almost fragile like glass. Because he had assumed it meant his family, when according to Safrin it didn't. And he certainly needs to find some clarification.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
