SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Maybe afterwards indeed. He doesn’t comment on it though, not as he mentions Remi and the conversation shifts and she won’t look at him and he doesn’t know why but he squeezes her arm just a little tighter against his side as they walk. “I didn’t know who was going to be there, to be honest.” He admits, huffing out his own quiet laugh alongside her own.
Then it’s his turn to pause in their walking, though mostly in a way that has him stilling as she makes that comment about how he and Hotaru looked good together. His own gaze finds the street as well, the pinpricks of the moonlight above glimmering off the stone. “Her and I have a long history.” He admits softly, before his blunt and abrupt question airs and she stumbles again. He waits for her denial, but when it doesn’t come he lets her go to step in front of her, helping her arms find their way around his neck, before he scoops her up with relative ease, tucking her against his chest and neck as he starts to walk again toward the Inn.
“She was going to marry us.” He admits quietly. “But then, like always, I ruin things. And we hurt each other quite a bit in the aftermath.” He trails off. They were disasters for each other, despite the fact that Sunjata still loved her. They’d ruined each other time and time again, and yet, it was like a wound in your mouth, unable to keep from prodding it over and over again even when you know you shouldn’t, when you know it only prolongs the healing.
Then it’s his turn to pause in their walking, though mostly in a way that has him stilling as she makes that comment about how he and Hotaru looked good together. His own gaze finds the street as well, the pinpricks of the moonlight above glimmering off the stone. “Her and I have a long history.” He admits softly, before his blunt and abrupt question airs and she stumbles again. He waits for her denial, but when it doesn’t come he lets her go to step in front of her, helping her arms find their way around his neck, before he scoops her up with relative ease, tucking her against his chest and neck as he starts to walk again toward the Inn.
“She was going to marry us.” He admits quietly. “But then, like always, I ruin things. And we hurt each other quite a bit in the aftermath.” He trails off. They were disasters for each other, despite the fact that Sunjata still loved her. They’d ruined each other time and time again, and yet, it was like a wound in your mouth, unable to keep from prodding it over and over again even when you know you shouldn’t, when you know it only prolongs the healing.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
