SuNJATA
the flood
Perhaps it did make sense in some way that Sunjata isn’t ready to delve into just yet. “She was uncharacteristically nice to me, too.” Which didn’t help. Sunjata never really shied away from those that stroked his ego, even if he struggled with taking compliments. So he simply draws silent and presses his cheek into the cool and wet temperature of Isla’s chest and shirt, sucking down a sharp breath as she continues to speak, hearing the reverberation in her chest.
“I appreciate it.” He pauses, adjusting his head a little as he lifts his gaze to peer at her now. “Likewise, you know.” If she needed to talk, he was there for her too. But for now, he focuses on the following question, squinting against the rain that drips down his face and into his eyes.
“The refuge isn’t far if you want to come back with me.” They could fly there until they reached the entrance, before magic and shifts and the like ceased to work.
“I appreciate it.” He pauses, adjusting his head a little as he lifts his gaze to peer at her now. “Likewise, you know.” If she needed to talk, he was there for her too. But for now, he focuses on the following question, squinting against the rain that drips down his face and into his eyes.
“The refuge isn’t far if you want to come back with me.” They could fly there until they reached the entrance, before magic and shifts and the like ceased to work.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
