hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
A low hum of reluctant sarcastic agreement leaves Sunjata as she mentions that his father was a real charmer. He works his jaw for a moment, just long enough to stop when she leans in to steal a kiss, one he contently obliges her. “He did.” He pauses, scanning her face. “Broke my wing. Couldn’t tell if he was a hallucination or real until he kidnapped Nate. Had a showdown to get Nate back when I challenged him to a Trial. He gave me this.” His head tilts to show her the half Glasgow smile on his face.
But his chin drops back to her chest, eyes still focused on her. “Back home, though, he was worse. I… endured a lot to try and keep my sister safe.” And it still hadn’t worked. She’d still been carted off like a brood mare to Melita’s father. A thought that has his gaze flickering with a shadow briefly before he blinks it away. “He killed my mother in front of me when I didn’t give up the resistance back home.” He says bluntly. Even if it had been between a television screen. “Captured Lusea and I and killed her in front of me. Then spun the idea I was a double agent of a sort, to get the resistance to stop supporting me.” It wasn’t a pity party, so much, like it might have otherwise been.
In fact the tone that leaves the Flood is nothing short of matter of fact, numb. These things happened and there’s no changing that.
But his chin drops back to her chest, eyes still focused on her. “Back home, though, he was worse. I… endured a lot to try and keep my sister safe.” And it still hadn’t worked. She’d still been carted off like a brood mare to Melita’s father. A thought that has his gaze flickering with a shadow briefly before he blinks it away. “He killed my mother in front of me when I didn’t give up the resistance back home.” He says bluntly. Even if it had been between a television screen. “Captured Lusea and I and killed her in front of me. Then spun the idea I was a double agent of a sort, to get the resistance to stop supporting me.” It wasn’t a pity party, so much, like it might have otherwise been.
In fact the tone that leaves the Flood is nothing short of matter of fact, numb. These things happened and there’s no changing that.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
