SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
“An item to help Nate and I.” He hums thoughtfully, still just as playfully. “But first, I need to help four pairs of people get laid. So if you know of any couple please indulge me.” This is said a bit gentler, a bit quieter as if it’s a secret just between them as he helps guide her into the deeper parts of the water rather than the shallows. He can tell her pulse quickens and yet Sunjata simply drapes an arm around her, bracing her from her back as well as letting her latch onto his arm.
A vibrating laugh leaves him with her words, a roguish grin cutting across his face, tugging at the scar there. “Oh it has everything to do with the stars going out, Maeve.” He says this a bit more seriously, before he leans in, head hovering over her shoulder as he continues to compel the encantado close enough not to beach itself while also remaining still for Maeve to reach it easily. “Frey made me one of their demigods.” It’s a low rumbled sound, akin to a purr as he pulls away, drawing her to the edge where the encantado awaits.
A vibrating laugh leaves him with her words, a roguish grin cutting across his face, tugging at the scar there. “Oh it has everything to do with the stars going out, Maeve.” He says this a bit more seriously, before he leans in, head hovering over her shoulder as he continues to compel the encantado close enough not to beach itself while also remaining still for Maeve to reach it easily. “Frey made me one of their demigods.” It’s a low rumbled sound, akin to a purr as he pulls away, drawing her to the edge where the encantado awaits.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
