SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
While Sunjata agrees about the gods to a point, he fails to see the agreement on the Voice. “The Voice calls them her ‘bright ones’ does she not? Isn’t her goal to just… Make them perfect?” Remi had alluded to as much when it came down to the Voice and the patch he had made Sam once upon a time. “Most of them are sick… I think that’s proof enough of good intentions.” His voice is quieter now, before a thought hits him again. “She won’t even appear fully to them.” She had appeared as a hologram, and Sunjata knew that wasn’t entirely correct based on what he knows of the goddess.
But he lets that thought falter, shifting as Nate offers up talk of Bart, the squirming and frustration and anger palpable. Sunjata knows why. He doubts Loren does, but he sets the cup down so he might wrap both his arms around Nate and keep him close to try and soothe it. “Nate had a twin too.” He explains at first, loosening his hold on Nate so he might peer back at Loren. And he did everything he could but his twin didn’t make it. You have to understand. There’s worry and fear that sets in. “What other options do they have? We asked the Voice what we could do to help, this is the only thing she said that could.” He has to see it, has to understand, doesn’t he?
It seems like they’re not getting anywhere though, Sunjata can feel his heart thundering in his chest, feathers sparking along his shoulders beneath the jacket he wears and peeking up from his collar as he regards Loren. When it comes to it, Neron could take Loren to the Voice, but it still doesn’t alleviate anything of Sunjata’s worries, so he lets go of Nate to turn more fully toward Loren, a dark sorrowful gleam in his gaze. “Take Nate too.” They can stay that long, he thinks. Please take him when you go.
But he lets that thought falter, shifting as Nate offers up talk of Bart, the squirming and frustration and anger palpable. Sunjata knows why. He doubts Loren does, but he sets the cup down so he might wrap both his arms around Nate and keep him close to try and soothe it. “Nate had a twin too.” He explains at first, loosening his hold on Nate so he might peer back at Loren. And he did everything he could but his twin didn’t make it. You have to understand. There’s worry and fear that sets in. “What other options do they have? We asked the Voice what we could do to help, this is the only thing she said that could.” He has to see it, has to understand, doesn’t he?
It seems like they’re not getting anywhere though, Sunjata can feel his heart thundering in his chest, feathers sparking along his shoulders beneath the jacket he wears and peeking up from his collar as he regards Loren. When it comes to it, Neron could take Loren to the Voice, but it still doesn’t alleviate anything of Sunjata’s worries, so he lets go of Nate to turn more fully toward Loren, a dark sorrowful gleam in his gaze. “Take Nate too.” They can stay that long, he thinks. Please take him when you go.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
