i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The Flood can’t help the soft little laugh that leaves him as Frey’s own fills the warm air. He remains still as they reach forward and rest their hand on the left side of his chest, where his heart beats comfortably beneath the touch, his steel gaze focusing on his god as his scarred brow lifts. One tiny request?
His heart seems to beat differently — not harder with the gentle tapping from Frey, but more as if he can feel it along his bones. It’s a unique and comfortable sensation in the face of Frey and over the subject, Sunjata’s smile shifts a bit crooked, his cheeks lightly warm and flushed from the heat and the subject before he dips his head a little, immediately without zero qualms.
“Of course.” He murmurs, before his chin lifts and he presses in a little against the hand Frey keeps at his chest, as if to prove his point. “I have vowed not to make the mistakes I made previously with her and I fully intend to keep my promises. My heart is hers.” But his body, he supposes now, is for whatever Frey wishes of him, (and perhaps whatever the violet thread running through his mind wishes of him).
“What must I do?” Is it something Frey can fix and do, or is it something he must venture out for? Placing his heart in a proverbial bottle to protect for her (not unlike Davy Jones)?
His heart seems to beat differently — not harder with the gentle tapping from Frey, but more as if he can feel it along his bones. It’s a unique and comfortable sensation in the face of Frey and over the subject, Sunjata’s smile shifts a bit crooked, his cheeks lightly warm and flushed from the heat and the subject before he dips his head a little, immediately without zero qualms.
“Of course.” He murmurs, before his chin lifts and he presses in a little against the hand Frey keeps at his chest, as if to prove his point. “I have vowed not to make the mistakes I made previously with her and I fully intend to keep my promises. My heart is hers.” But his body, he supposes now, is for whatever Frey wishes of him, (and perhaps whatever the violet thread running through his mind wishes of him).
“What must I do?” Is it something Frey can fix and do, or is it something he must venture out for? Placing his heart in a proverbial bottle to protect for her (not unlike Davy Jones)?
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
