take it straight to the vein, do what you're afraid to
Harper’s weight is nothing compared to Sunjata’s stature, size, and strength. So he lets the Attuned lean against him however much he wishes to, listening and seeing as the other man’s face twists at the mention of an apology (and it’s probably best that the Attuned doesn’t tell him that Phoebe also had that idea – shocked as he is these days with the commonalities between him and his ex-wife). “At least you’d know you tried, whether she did or didn’t burn it.” He shrugs the opposite shoulder from where Harper leans against him.
All of it is momentary, though, because he reaches up to grab Harper’s face – calloused fingertips pressing gently into the soft edges of the Attuned’s cheek as he speaks. “You invest in yourself.” He says matter of factly. “Do not forget that you were an Outlander, too, and every one of your obligations changed the second you landed here. You had to learn to do something else. You can do that now, too.” He pauses, releasing Harper’s face to adjust his wrinkled collar, smoothing out his hand over the Attuned’s shoulder. “I became nomadic the second that the war ended. I needed time to figure out who I wanted to be and how I was going to cope with everything that happened. It takes time, but, eventually you will get there Harper.” He offers the man a small crooked smile, as if it might alleviate the worries he feels as he reaches for his glass to take another sip.
“I personally say you should live life to the fullest while Safrin isn’t around to puppet you.” Sunjata rumbles, allowing his distaste for Safrin to leak into his words. “Maybe that means saying 'fuck it' to your responsibilities for the time being, to drink and fuck and disappear for a while. Whatever helps.”
All of it is momentary, though, because he reaches up to grab Harper’s face – calloused fingertips pressing gently into the soft edges of the Attuned’s cheek as he speaks. “You invest in yourself.” He says matter of factly. “Do not forget that you were an Outlander, too, and every one of your obligations changed the second you landed here. You had to learn to do something else. You can do that now, too.” He pauses, releasing Harper’s face to adjust his wrinkled collar, smoothing out his hand over the Attuned’s shoulder. “I became nomadic the second that the war ended. I needed time to figure out who I wanted to be and how I was going to cope with everything that happened. It takes time, but, eventually you will get there Harper.” He offers the man a small crooked smile, as if it might alleviate the worries he feels as he reaches for his glass to take another sip.
“I personally say you should live life to the fullest while Safrin isn’t around to puppet you.” Sunjata rumbles, allowing his distaste for Safrin to leak into his words. “Maybe that means saying 'fuck it' to your responsibilities for the time being, to drink and fuck and disappear for a while. Whatever helps.”
the flood
don't show them your pain, show them who it made you
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.
