SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
“No, you didn’t know.” He agrees through grit teeth, hearing her weak excuse for what it was. “You weren’t here. How was I supposed to even try to tell you? I sought out Delphia. She yanked my soul around inside me and told me to forget everyone I ever loved in order to hear your last words.” This, he knows he’s told her before but some petty part within him wants her to understand. “And when you came back after everything had happened, after how we parted last, you want me to tell you everything that’s happened? That maybe if I had you’d have come to me first instead of taking it out on Nate?” He shakes his head, a little scoff of a sound leaving him as he runs a hand through his hair, snagging on the horn that curls through the dark waves of hair.
There’s another part of him that wants to tell her that she isn’t sorry, that he doesn’t believe her, that he’s spent too many times an inch away from death to have all his cylinders firing perfectly. “You should be.” He mutters instead, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “And yes, you were wrong.” Because not only had she endangered so many people with her recklessness, she’d proven exactly just what everyone had wanted him to do.
Be something else. Be someone else. To talk when he wasn’t ready to, to try and understand things he wasn’t ready to. As if he didn’t already have enough on his plate.
“You need to be the one to tell him what you did.” He decides after a long moment, wings flaring as he relinquishes the way he tried to close in on himself. “It’s not my sin to share.” Just as the clinic wasn’t his at all. And it isn’t going to be something he harbors close to his chest, a secret for him to tell when it isn’t his place.
There’s another part of him that wants to tell her that she isn’t sorry, that he doesn’t believe her, that he’s spent too many times an inch away from death to have all his cylinders firing perfectly. “You should be.” He mutters instead, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “And yes, you were wrong.” Because not only had she endangered so many people with her recklessness, she’d proven exactly just what everyone had wanted him to do.
Be something else. Be someone else. To talk when he wasn’t ready to, to try and understand things he wasn’t ready to. As if he didn’t already have enough on his plate.
“You need to be the one to tell him what you did.” He decides after a long moment, wings flaring as he relinquishes the way he tried to close in on himself. “It’s not my sin to share.” Just as the clinic wasn’t his at all. And it isn’t going to be something he harbors close to his chest, a secret for him to tell when it isn’t his place.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
