// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
He waits to respond to her initial comment as he watches Melita scratch the top of the kitten’s head, before the sea panther starts to grow feisty, claws reaching up to try and snag at Melita’s hand.
“Yes,” Sunjata pauses, reaching out to try and corral Petronella back toward him. It doesn’t work, though, the companion evading his lightning scarred hand to plunge into the healing fountain, webbed feet bringing her back to the surface with ease, watching them like a crocodile might their prey. “Everyone and at all times.” He murmurs, before he figures out how to respond to her question.
It did feel different, the more he searches, but it also feels… Stranger than before. “It does. It… Feels like getting a new wound over a healed over scar.” His brows pinch as he thinks on it before Petronella reaches out to plunge her claws into his hand and he curses under his breath, shoving his hand into the water. Might as well, since it’s there, right? And as it starts to heal the little scratches a muscle feathers in his jaw as his attention flickers back toward Melita.
“I didn’t want her to take over the part of me that had Haai in it, but she’s made herself quite at home.” He shrugs, a bit indifferently.
“Yes,” Sunjata pauses, reaching out to try and corral Petronella back toward him. It doesn’t work, though, the companion evading his lightning scarred hand to plunge into the healing fountain, webbed feet bringing her back to the surface with ease, watching them like a crocodile might their prey. “Everyone and at all times.” He murmurs, before he figures out how to respond to her question.
It did feel different, the more he searches, but it also feels… Stranger than before. “It does. It… Feels like getting a new wound over a healed over scar.” His brows pinch as he thinks on it before Petronella reaches out to plunge her claws into his hand and he curses under his breath, shoving his hand into the water. Might as well, since it’s there, right? And as it starts to heal the little scratches a muscle feathers in his jaw as his attention flickers back toward Melita.
“I didn’t want her to take over the part of me that had Haai in it, but she’s made herself quite at home.” He shrugs, a bit indifferently.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
