relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
There is a part of him that wants to tell her that despite everything, at least she gets to talk to Harper occasionally; that she can see his face, moving around, knowing that he’s okay despite the heartbreak with it. But he bites his tongue from it, instead only offering a quiet comment to the rest of her opening up herself to him. “It is difficult for me. Which, is something they knew. They gave me a blindfold to come and see them.” Because he had been avoiding them since the war ended precisely for that reason.
He doesn’t think he needs reminders to try and heal his heart when it feels like it’s an endless black void to begin with. What was there left to repair?
Topic of Melita was easier, surprisingly, because it rarely ever is when it comes to the fiery young woman. “Not exactly. Her father was from mine, married to my sister.” The one that had gotten Lusea and him caught, which had eventually lead to Lusea’s death, all for an attempt at using the information he had to get Saartjie’s hand in marriage. “He ended up going to a different world, where Melita’s from. I ended up coming here.” Some strange timey wimey thing, of course, though he can’t say how any of it works.
He didn’t even know magic was truly a thing before he’d landed here.
There is a small amount of surprise that brings his steel gaze back toward Phoebe, fully expecting her statement to come off like an attack, and when it doesn’t and seems actually genuine, the Flood simply nods. “It does sound like that, doesn’t it?” He agrees, softening to her. After almost all of his friends had died in the war.
He doesn’t think he needs reminders to try and heal his heart when it feels like it’s an endless black void to begin with. What was there left to repair?
Topic of Melita was easier, surprisingly, because it rarely ever is when it comes to the fiery young woman. “Not exactly. Her father was from mine, married to my sister.” The one that had gotten Lusea and him caught, which had eventually lead to Lusea’s death, all for an attempt at using the information he had to get Saartjie’s hand in marriage. “He ended up going to a different world, where Melita’s from. I ended up coming here.” Some strange timey wimey thing, of course, though he can’t say how any of it works.
He didn’t even know magic was truly a thing before he’d landed here.
There is a small amount of surprise that brings his steel gaze back toward Phoebe, fully expecting her statement to come off like an attack, and when it doesn’t and seems actually genuine, the Flood simply nods. “It does sound like that, doesn’t it?” He agrees, softening to her. After almost all of his friends had died in the war.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
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.
