don't you know i'm no good for you?
The agreement is made, Sunjata offering a short dip of his head before he’s moving to mark the other boards to fit the same length to make it easier to simply start sawing and not have to stop until it’s done. He hears the hammering of the nails Nate drives down, and by the time he’s gotten the board up to start sawing it, he’s only gotten a few movements in before a still puffy gaze lifts to Nate at the question – visibly flinching when it crosses across the bond.
It’s not… It’s not that. He begins, mentally, because he isn’t sure he can say it audibly. The sawing pauses, blade half in as he stumbles over how to go about it. His grip tightens on the end of the saw, and he seems to force himself into it, to focus on something else and not the gaping hole in his heart. She… Attuned me. When I was starting to come down with the blight. I didn’t know where to go and she was there. And she had been ever since. His lips quirk a bit as the piece of the board falls off and he’s quick to set that one aside for Nate to use as he sees fit, as he grabs another one.
He begins to saw it too as he figures out his words. She healed me from the mud monster after we met, that’s why I got better so quickly. And she didn’t… Blame me for the quest in Halo that killed Adam and Peter like everyone else did. And before… Before we got together after the volcano, when I broke up with Maea…” Fuck, this is hard to say for him. The Attuned pauses the sawing, lifts his gaze up to scan his husbands figure, as if it might help him find the answer.
“I went to the lighthouse and I asked to become something for her. Something like how Ronin was her star and Amalia was her shield. That’s how I got those daggers. I became her… Blade, that day. Her dagger. Hers.” It doesn’t help his case any, not in this instance. And nor did it compare to just how much he'd agreed to a couple of nights prior, but he tries. “I just feel like I owe her for so much. For making me… Me. It's something I can't ever repay.” It isn’t helping his case any, because all of these things are things that Nate can’t compare with, but it’s also what draws him so close to the demigod. His gaze drops, he peers at the board he’s sawing, and he realizes how childish and stupid the thought is as it passes through his mind, but it’s too late to keep it from passing through the bond as he starts to saw again. And a part of me worries that if I wasn’t like this (a powerful attuned) that maybe, maybe nobody would find anything in me. Maybe I’d just… Be useless again, pointless, a waste of space. It's a thought that sounds bitterly like his father, in his mental accent - a flashback of a memory of a voice Nate would know all too well by now, berating and terrible.
Unfortunately, it had been beaten into his head from a young age, a shadow that always lingers and always sparks.
It’s not… It’s not that. He begins, mentally, because he isn’t sure he can say it audibly. The sawing pauses, blade half in as he stumbles over how to go about it. His grip tightens on the end of the saw, and he seems to force himself into it, to focus on something else and not the gaping hole in his heart. She… Attuned me. When I was starting to come down with the blight. I didn’t know where to go and she was there. And she had been ever since. His lips quirk a bit as the piece of the board falls off and he’s quick to set that one aside for Nate to use as he sees fit, as he grabs another one.
He begins to saw it too as he figures out his words. She healed me from the mud monster after we met, that’s why I got better so quickly. And she didn’t… Blame me for the quest in Halo that killed Adam and Peter like everyone else did. And before… Before we got together after the volcano, when I broke up with Maea…” Fuck, this is hard to say for him. The Attuned pauses the sawing, lifts his gaze up to scan his husbands figure, as if it might help him find the answer.
“I went to the lighthouse and I asked to become something for her. Something like how Ronin was her star and Amalia was her shield. That’s how I got those daggers. I became her… Blade, that day. Her dagger. Hers.” It doesn’t help his case any, not in this instance. And nor did it compare to just how much he'd agreed to a couple of nights prior, but he tries. “I just feel like I owe her for so much. For making me… Me. It's something I can't ever repay.” It isn’t helping his case any, because all of these things are things that Nate can’t compare with, but it’s also what draws him so close to the demigod. His gaze drops, he peers at the board he’s sawing, and he realizes how childish and stupid the thought is as it passes through his mind, but it’s too late to keep it from passing through the bond as he starts to saw again. And a part of me worries that if I wasn’t like this (a powerful attuned) that maybe, maybe nobody would find anything in me. Maybe I’d just… Be useless again, pointless, a waste of space. It's a thought that sounds bitterly like his father, in his mental accent - a flashback of a memory of a voice Nate would know all too well by now, berating and terrible.
Unfortunately, it had been beaten into his head from a young age, a shadow that always lingers and always sparks.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
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.
