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
He doesn’t expect company – though when does he ever? – so when she speaks, she’ll spot his tri colored wings flare out for balance as if surprised, before the Flood lowers the jar and pops the cap on it, hoping that it’s enough of what he needs to make the shrine. But as he’s doing that, there’s the realization that the voice is familiar in a way that is both relieving and stressful. It’s been a long time since he’s had to wear his masks, but they slip on like a worn hat, fitting back on as if there wasn’t anything else there in the first place when he tucks the bottle into the bag and turns to look at Dahlia with a small boyishly awkward smile.
“I was collecting air. Thought it was the best way I could accomplish it.” A casual shrug, before those wings are flaring again to rise him up, drawing him toward that pleasure skyboat that she sits on so comfortably, before he lands deftly in front of her. “You know, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, but you are a tough girl to find.” He hums, head tilting slightly before he looks around the boat. “Have you been hiding away here this entire time?” He almost sounds playfully put out by it, but the mischief in his eyes says he isn't when he meets her gaze again.
“I was collecting air. Thought it was the best way I could accomplish it.” A casual shrug, before those wings are flaring again to rise him up, drawing him toward that pleasure skyboat that she sits on so comfortably, before he lands deftly in front of her. “You know, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, but you are a tough girl to find.” He hums, head tilting slightly before he looks around the boat. “Have you been hiding away here this entire time?” He almost sounds playfully put out by it, but the mischief in his eyes says he isn't when he meets her gaze again.
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.
