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
“It would only be the third time.” He replies, steadfast in the bluntness of it – even however fucked up it would be. Only the last two times had been directly correlated to his father, this one? A choice of his own. Which also wouldn’t have been his first attempt. A rainy night looking over Korofi’s city rooftops can attest to the last time.
And where she harbors jealousy and vindictiveness for Sunjata being stuck here, a husk to remain for however long it took, he feels the same for her. To have that ability to say fuck it and go through with it. His attention shifts from her to his own hands, his fingers moving to his wedding ring, stubbornly refusing to take off, spinning it idly as he bites back the bitterness in the back of his throat. “Do you want her to?” He asks on a quiet whisper – as if they were in the same position after all.
In a way they are. In a way they aren’t.
It’s how it’s always been for them.
Nate’s name on her lips, though, has another quietly choked sound slipping from his lips, as if he hasn’t expected it, surprised and pained by the one syllable word as if it were a bullet straight to his chest. He takes a few moments to recover, frozen as he feels his heartbeat thunder in his ears and he yet again swallows down the turmoil in his stomach. “I knew it. I was… Optimistic, but, deep down I knew.” His nose twitches as tears flood his eyes again and he hides his face away from her, turning away – because he can’t break in public, because the one person he could, isn’t here anymore. “And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.”
Despite how hard he’d tried. Begging the Voice, getting Frey to work with her to make that safe haven on the fleeting hope his husband could stay within it with him.
And where she harbors jealousy and vindictiveness for Sunjata being stuck here, a husk to remain for however long it took, he feels the same for her. To have that ability to say fuck it and go through with it. His attention shifts from her to his own hands, his fingers moving to his wedding ring, stubbornly refusing to take off, spinning it idly as he bites back the bitterness in the back of his throat. “Do you want her to?” He asks on a quiet whisper – as if they were in the same position after all.
In a way they are. In a way they aren’t.
It’s how it’s always been for them.
Nate’s name on her lips, though, has another quietly choked sound slipping from his lips, as if he hasn’t expected it, surprised and pained by the one syllable word as if it were a bullet straight to his chest. He takes a few moments to recover, frozen as he feels his heartbeat thunder in his ears and he yet again swallows down the turmoil in his stomach. “I knew it. I was… Optimistic, but, deep down I knew.” His nose twitches as tears flood his eyes again and he hides his face away from her, turning away – because he can’t break in public, because the one person he could, isn’t here anymore. “And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.”
Despite how hard he’d tried. Begging the Voice, getting Frey to work with her to make that safe haven on the fleeting hope his husband could stay within it with him.
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.
