// so if i fly too far
will i still have a place inside your heart? //
will i still have a place inside your heart? //
He has to agree, as they step away from the plant with extreme razor sharp petals. “As long as I don’t get the blight again.” Sunjata murmurs, nose wrinkling and exhaling a soft sigh as he starts to use his shirt to rub off the collected dust on the face of the sapphire he’d plucked, turning back to the Honeybee as he mentions his recent meeting with Frey.
It had been a surprise, of course, unsure just how he’d surpassed Ronin and Remi, but there’s an air of confidence that results in the easy smile that he offers her. Something like all the tension and weight of his attempts at atoning, gone in the wind. “Thanks.” It’s a genuine smile that blooms on his face as Petronella settles against his shoulders again, tucking in despite the heat. “Not sure, really. I guess just practice it in case I need to use it, but until then I’m just going to keep working on King’s End.” He murmurs, stepping over toward Melita with an easy smile.
“Check out this one, though.” He ensures that he’s close enough to Melita to conjure the shield of water – the cool sensation of it as it spins around them in a shield blurring out only slightly what happens beyond it for the few seconds he makes it appear. It keeps out the intense heat of the Climb before he makes it vanish again – the dry lava rack starting to suck up the water greedily in the absence of his magic holding onto it. But with it, a splash of water as it departs hits his bare forearm where the absence of tattoos sit, sparking to life with little black floral designs where his skin shines.
It had been a surprise, of course, unsure just how he’d surpassed Ronin and Remi, but there’s an air of confidence that results in the easy smile that he offers her. Something like all the tension and weight of his attempts at atoning, gone in the wind. “Thanks.” It’s a genuine smile that blooms on his face as Petronella settles against his shoulders again, tucking in despite the heat. “Not sure, really. I guess just practice it in case I need to use it, but until then I’m just going to keep working on King’s End.” He murmurs, stepping over toward Melita with an easy smile.
“Check out this one, though.” He ensures that he’s close enough to Melita to conjure the shield of water – the cool sensation of it as it spins around them in a shield blurring out only slightly what happens beyond it for the few seconds he makes it appear. It keeps out the intense heat of the Climb before he makes it vanish again – the dry lava rack starting to suck up the water greedily in the absence of his magic holding onto it. But with it, a splash of water as it departs hits his bare forearm where the absence of tattoos sit, sparking to life with little black floral designs where his skin shines.
the flood
// and when you see what i've become
will you love me for who i am, not who i was? //
will you love me for who i am, not who i was? //
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.
