temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
His shadow casts over her momentarily as he offers her the flower, his hands dropping to his sides as she twirls the purple bloom between her fingers and his steel gaze flickers up to catch her gaze and the soft smile that graces her face that only reflects on his own after a few moments. “Soh, then.” He rumbles softly, his voice less accented out in the open from the Attuned bond, a little bit more awareness of trying to make it more understandable. “Likewise, my friends call me Jata.” He flashes her a wink before he steps away. His friends were fewer and fewer these days, but if she considered him a friend he wanted her to have the option of a nickname as well.
He had two nicknames, Jata for the majority, and Sunny for those closest to him – but the latter a nickname that he hasn’t dared let anyone use since the end of the war, as if it might erase the good memories associated with it. It had been the nickname his mother had given him, after all, before she was killed.
He glances back toward her as she presses the bloom in between the pages of her journal and takes his warning as advice, and there’s a fair amount of relief that blooms within the weight of his shoulders as she tells him she’ll be careful. “So, do you want to head back or did you have another spot in mind?” He asks, clasping his hands together as he peers out over the rolling fields of flowers once more, before casting a glance over his shoulder back toward her.
He had two nicknames, Jata for the majority, and Sunny for those closest to him – but the latter a nickname that he hasn’t dared let anyone use since the end of the war, as if it might erase the good memories associated with it. It had been the nickname his mother had given him, after all, before she was killed.
He glances back toward her as she presses the bloom in between the pages of her journal and takes his warning as advice, and there’s a fair amount of relief that blooms within the weight of his shoulders as she tells him she’ll be careful. “So, do you want to head back or did you have another spot in mind?” He asks, clasping his hands together as he peers out over the rolling fields of flowers once more, before casting a glance over his shoulder back toward her.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
