SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She sighs, closes her eyes, runs a hand through her hair and he focuses on her with a bit more intent, still in her space but enough that he can settle and watch her as she tells him what happened. A favor for favor, that was how he did his deals. Nothing shady nothing fun, and part of him realizes he’d likely used those terms before too, and he can feel a slight churning of his gut with the way she looks at him, ensuring and sealing that thought was true.
But it’s Torchline. And everything there was both shady, fun, and dangerous. It was evident in the way they’d slept together on the beach, evident in the way that there was a devil may care attitude that surrounded the entirety of the sands and heat. And he tilts his head somewhat avianlike as she continues on about a blood pact. Her hand raises and his gaze flickers over the scar, the way she speaks of it being casually and yet… Not, has him inhaling slow and deep – lifting his own hand from his own blood pact he’d given to Phoebe.
Only his had been started with a sharp claw.
His gaze lifts to her face but all the amusement within is gone from before, replaced with worry and curiosity. What kind of deal had she walked into? And what kind of things would this stranger make his girl do? “Do you have any ideas what it might entail if it doesn’t include shady dealings and sex?” He asks bluntly. “What is he like, what does he do?” Who is he? He hopes she realizes that making a deal like that was exactly the kind of recklessness he was afraid of…
But he also realizes that with the shrine complete, if she had his name, he might be able to meet said man and get a bit more information on it. He is a Devil’s Advocate after all. Shady dealings and fun were his business here in the Grounds at least.
But it’s Torchline. And everything there was both shady, fun, and dangerous. It was evident in the way they’d slept together on the beach, evident in the way that there was a devil may care attitude that surrounded the entirety of the sands and heat. And he tilts his head somewhat avianlike as she continues on about a blood pact. Her hand raises and his gaze flickers over the scar, the way she speaks of it being casually and yet… Not, has him inhaling slow and deep – lifting his own hand from his own blood pact he’d given to Phoebe.
Only his had been started with a sharp claw.
His gaze lifts to her face but all the amusement within is gone from before, replaced with worry and curiosity. What kind of deal had she walked into? And what kind of things would this stranger make his girl do? “Do you have any ideas what it might entail if it doesn’t include shady dealings and sex?” He asks bluntly. “What is he like, what does he do?” Who is he? He hopes she realizes that making a deal like that was exactly the kind of recklessness he was afraid of…
But he also realizes that with the shrine complete, if she had his name, he might be able to meet said man and get a bit more information on it. He is a Devil’s Advocate after all. Shady dealings and fun were his business here in the Grounds at least.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
