SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
He does care, he cares in the ways that he knows he can show it. Physically. Because he wasn’t really a man of words — how long had it taken him to admit anything close to the word love? How long would it take him to admit it to the next? Too prepared for the things he loves to be taken away, he keeps that step back as if it’s a curse. Oh, but he can show it instead of saying it. The tender kiss to her forehead is one such. Not of a romantic love — after all, they’re so similar to one another what kind of storm would that be? No, a love and care for someone to depend on when the need arose.
Still, the memory and the joke she brings up has him humming a breathy chuckle against her skin, peering at her as he pulls away, his other arm moving to wrap around her and keep her close. “It did, didn’t it?” He adds on, a deeper chuckle leaving him as he settles back on the pillow once more. “I don’t see you complaining about this one so much.” He winks, a crooked smirk overcoming his face with that.
Still, the memory and the joke she brings up has him humming a breathy chuckle against her skin, peering at her as he pulls away, his other arm moving to wrap around her and keep her close. “It did, didn’t it?” He adds on, a deeper chuckle leaving him as he settles back on the pillow once more. “I don’t see you complaining about this one so much.” He winks, a crooked smirk overcoming his face with that.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
