SUNJATA
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
Her laugh has a rumble of amusement leaving him, enough that he almost wants to believe in the dream that she has – where things might be fine or normal and life would move on. “I suppose it depends on how it looks after this.” Comes an honest enough answer. Would he want power again? Or would the potential terrible fate his husband might face be enough to keep him quiet, picking a space for him and the twins to live in until he could figure out where to go from there.
But in favor of not dwelling on what they don’t know is happening, Sunjata watches as she perches her spot while he still leans against the doorframe, raising a brow as she observes him and calculates and toys. “Hmm.” He hums, as if debating whether he was brave enough to propose it, given that she’s his ex-wife and their history had been… For lack of better terms, rocky and terrible for a lot of it.
Perhaps at a certain point, though, what stays in the safe haven would stay in the safe haven, and perhaps it might be something enough to make their deity smile while everything went down outside of their little bubble of safety.
It also helps that she compliments him, causing him to push off the doorframe and walk toward her, hands finding the desk on either side of her hips as he bends slightly to hover just above her. “I am very proud.” He admits, voice dropping slightly as he flashes her another crooked smirk, the scar on his face twisting with the movement and from this distance, a bit more gnarled than it otherwise appears.
But in favor of not dwelling on what they don’t know is happening, Sunjata watches as she perches her spot while he still leans against the doorframe, raising a brow as she observes him and calculates and toys. “Hmm.” He hums, as if debating whether he was brave enough to propose it, given that she’s his ex-wife and their history had been… For lack of better terms, rocky and terrible for a lot of it.
Perhaps at a certain point, though, what stays in the safe haven would stay in the safe haven, and perhaps it might be something enough to make their deity smile while everything went down outside of their little bubble of safety.
It also helps that she compliments him, causing him to push off the doorframe and walk toward her, hands finding the desk on either side of her hips as he bends slightly to hover just above her. “I am very proud.” He admits, voice dropping slightly as he flashes her another crooked smirk, the scar on his face twisting with the movement and from this distance, a bit more gnarled than it otherwise appears.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
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.
