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
Perhaps it’s because it wasn’t in a fit of anger or frustration this time but simply… A thought out response, one that has him focusing on articulating what he means, figuring out the best way to say what it is. Yes, a lot of it is the same, but there’s no fury underneath it, no anger. It’s something, but what it is he can’t explain.
He’s grown silent now, letting her pick whether she wished to stay or wished to leave with his last comment made, but he still scans her now and again to see whether or not it’s helped – if breaking the promise of not speaking of the past helped prevent them from having to walk on eggshells around one another, then it was worth it.
Just because they meant something to one another once – and perhaps still do in a way – didn’t mean that they needed to avoid one another. So he extends what he can, through his frustration, coming out the other side as a different man, one less prone to gut reactions that impacted him in a way like his father had. Perhaps that’d been the lesson all along.
“You’re welcome.” He says gently, offering her a small smile as he tempers down everything else inside him, looking away from her now, back to the lantern. “I’m glad too.” Because if Nate wasn’t coming back, there would be a very different Flood that sat in the sand and earth before her – certainly not as passive, certainly not as understanding, certainly not as ‘levelheaded’ as he appears to be at the moment. “And I forgive you for breaking the promise we made about not bringing up the past.” He comments offhandedly, an attempt at a joke as he adds some finishing decorum to the lantern before he lifts it above him a little to peer at it from underneath, where he might attach a candle.
He’s grown silent now, letting her pick whether she wished to stay or wished to leave with his last comment made, but he still scans her now and again to see whether or not it’s helped – if breaking the promise of not speaking of the past helped prevent them from having to walk on eggshells around one another, then it was worth it.
Just because they meant something to one another once – and perhaps still do in a way – didn’t mean that they needed to avoid one another. So he extends what he can, through his frustration, coming out the other side as a different man, one less prone to gut reactions that impacted him in a way like his father had. Perhaps that’d been the lesson all along.
“You’re welcome.” He says gently, offering her a small smile as he tempers down everything else inside him, looking away from her now, back to the lantern. “I’m glad too.” Because if Nate wasn’t coming back, there would be a very different Flood that sat in the sand and earth before her – certainly not as passive, certainly not as understanding, certainly not as ‘levelheaded’ as he appears to be at the moment. “And I forgive you for breaking the promise we made about not bringing up the past.” He comments offhandedly, an attempt at a joke as he adds some finishing decorum to the lantern before he lifts it above him a little to peer at it from underneath, where he might attach a candle.
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.
