better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
He watches her approach, using his magic occasionally within the water as well to help tug her along – never having used the grapple function of his water magic in such a capacity before, but as she settles in at his side he finds it easier to focus a bit of it in part to help keep her upright and comfortable, even if the rockery despite being smoothed out by the water over time has those little nicks and grooves in it that can cause some pain.
He doesn’t, however, realize the relief that spreads down the attuned bond toward her when she uses her wind magic to cool off his tattooed neck and shoulders, instead letting the smile widen just a fraction more as he dips his head slightly toward her, water dripping from the curled horns at his temples amongst the splattering of freckles along his face – always having been far more at home in the water than anywhere else.
“It’s okay.” He tells her – because it is okay to him. He understands why, just not exactly how it had come about aside from Isla having caught her feelings. So he does look away from her when he responds, tilting his head back toward the little waves of the water and the steam radiating off of it that drift up above them. “We were, but, I think she wanted to be more than we were. More than I’d allow.” More than business partners, something Sunjata can’t entirely fathom starting over again. Especially after his admission to the woman at his side, one that he finds himself turning his attention back to, hand moving to tangle his scarred fingers in with her own as he brings himself to look at her face. “I think I gave her mixed signals over time, but…” You know, seems to go unsaid.
He doesn’t, however, realize the relief that spreads down the attuned bond toward her when she uses her wind magic to cool off his tattooed neck and shoulders, instead letting the smile widen just a fraction more as he dips his head slightly toward her, water dripping from the curled horns at his temples amongst the splattering of freckles along his face – always having been far more at home in the water than anywhere else.
“It’s okay.” He tells her – because it is okay to him. He understands why, just not exactly how it had come about aside from Isla having caught her feelings. So he does look away from her when he responds, tilting his head back toward the little waves of the water and the steam radiating off of it that drift up above them. “We were, but, I think she wanted to be more than we were. More than I’d allow.” More than business partners, something Sunjata can’t entirely fathom starting over again. Especially after his admission to the woman at his side, one that he finds himself turning his attention back to, hand moving to tangle his scarred fingers in with her own as he brings himself to look at her face. “I think I gave her mixed signals over time, but…” You know, seems to go unsaid.
SUNJATA
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.
