i am the ocean, i am the sea
Perfectly content to listen while he sets up, Sunjata can hear the thrum of anticipation that streams through Mile’s voice, something that only serves to speed up his process of setting up. The blanket goes down first, giving a space for Hotaru to tug their partner for the night down to sit, followed by a couple of peaches in one hand, glasses waiting to be filled with whatever was preferred for the moment.
The Flood is quick to follow the beckoning, handing Hotaru a peach as he settles, immediately already in Milo’s space and watches as a shiver races down the man’s spine. An arm is propped up behind Miles, chest angled just so in a way that offers his radiating heat and a promise that everyone here would get to touch and taste to their heart’s content. “It is absolutely the theme.” His accented voice rumbles, a hint deeper, as Milo speaks again, getting a whiff of the Flood. ”You smell like citrus and vanilla..?” It’s said with bewilderment, as if unable to understand just how Sunjata could smell like a mixture of Miles’ favorite things.
“Do I?” Sunjata hums, looking to Hotaru for a moment with a playful twist of his scarred lips, lifting the peach in his hand to place it in Miles’, waiting to see which palm they plan to eat out of first.
The Flood is quick to follow the beckoning, handing Hotaru a peach as he settles, immediately already in Milo’s space and watches as a shiver races down the man’s spine. An arm is propped up behind Miles, chest angled just so in a way that offers his radiating heat and a promise that everyone here would get to touch and taste to their heart’s content. “It is absolutely the theme.” His accented voice rumbles, a hint deeper, as Milo speaks again, getting a whiff of the Flood. ”You smell like citrus and vanilla..?” It’s said with bewilderment, as if unable to understand just how Sunjata could smell like a mixture of Miles’ favorite things.
“Do I?” Sunjata hums, looking to Hotaru for a moment with a playful twist of his scarred lips, lifting the peach in his hand to place it in Miles’, waiting to see which palm they plan to eat out of first.
there is a world inside of me
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.
