SUNJATA
i'm the lights out, i'm the guard down
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
She goes into another coughing fit and Sunjata remains silent, waiting for her to work through it, to compose herself, accepting the water he’d offered her earlier. “It’s alright.” He rumbles, even if it does still send the figurative hackles raised (instead, the feathers that spread along his neck and arms flex just a little).
She doesn’t meet his eyes after, so he shifts his gaze to somewhere else – a speck on the table caused from the ink that had splattered from when she had bumped into the table. And when she moves again, he looks up to see the slight bow (or pain?), his head tilting. “Only wrong for some people.” He personally had zero issues with Abandoned. “You should sit.” He lifts that lightning scarred hand to the other side of the desk, gesturing for her to hopefully try and relax.
She doesn’t meet his eyes after, so he shifts his gaze to somewhere else – a speck on the table caused from the ink that had splattered from when she had bumped into the table. And when she moves again, he looks up to see the slight bow (or pain?), his head tilting. “Only wrong for some people.” He personally had zero issues with Abandoned. “You should sit.” He lifts that lightning scarred hand to the other side of the desk, gesturing for her to hopefully try and relax.
i'm the shade of doubt, i'm the mask and shroud
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
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.
