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
His smile remains just as playful, alluring in a way that he fully intends on it being. “Not all visitors.” He rumbles, peering down at her with glimmering steel of mischief. “Just the ones that would appreciate it the way that you did.” Playfulness is a vibrant tether between them right now, a flirtatiousness that hadn’t been there before, a fun little mask to hide other motives.
But as she speaks next, his head tilts slightly, wings curling now that his body mostly blocks out the sun from her face, the edge of a primary feather brushing by her side as he blocks yet another rogue wind. “It comes and goes in waves.” He teases about his own moniker, flashing a wink for good emphasis, before his smile broadens slightly as she accepts his offer. “Great. Do you have a clear enough schedule to go for a ride now or would you prefer to meet me there?”
But as she speaks next, his head tilts slightly, wings curling now that his body mostly blocks out the sun from her face, the edge of a primary feather brushing by her side as he blocks yet another rogue wind. “It comes and goes in waves.” He teases about his own moniker, flashing a wink for good emphasis, before his smile broadens slightly as she accepts his offer. “Great. Do you have a clear enough schedule to go for a ride now or would you prefer to meet me there?”
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.
