THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
A snort leaves him, settling now that the nerves have passed that perhaps he’d gotten a little too over the top. It’s clear he hasn’t, and it’s clear that it’s a space they can make into their own with relative ease. A space that they can invite people to, to where Hotaru can brag about it if she wants to. “Maybe I will.” Sunjata hums thoughtfully, though there’s amusement in the bond between them, a flicker of it burning brighter as he watches her snag a piece of the carrot.
He follows it, half turning toward her as she smiles up at him and Sunjata reaches up with a hand slightly sweet from the carrots to caress her cheek, something reflecting soft in his gaze despite the sudden mischievousness in the bond. “Oh, at least a week's worth.” He teases her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, before he withdraws to collect everything he’d chopped into a bowl, ready to be added to the stew the second Hotaru deemed it ready for them.
He follows it, half turning toward her as she smiles up at him and Sunjata reaches up with a hand slightly sweet from the carrots to caress her cheek, something reflecting soft in his gaze despite the sudden mischievousness in the bond. “Oh, at least a week's worth.” He teases her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, before he withdraws to collect everything he’d chopped into a bowl, ready to be added to the stew the second Hotaru deemed it ready for them.
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of you //
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.
