/// when we crawled out of the ocean
Trailing her as she wanders through the sweets, Sunjata has to watch himself from collecting some of the chocolate covered coffee beans – a favorite of his as he focuses most of his attention on her, drifting a small fraction away to meander toward the more savory treats – like jerky and the likes. “I wouldn’t blame you.” He offers with as much honesty as he could, a tattooed shoulder shrugging lightly before he turns back to her and lets his steel gaze take her in, considering her question, before he shakes his head.
“I think that being the bigger person is a bit status quo. If you’re not… Then wouldn’t that be fulfilling what it wants?” Sure, the topic was serious, but there’s a thought that races through his head that the impulsivity of it and the frustration she harbors behind it would be enough to fit into the request the raggedy deity requested. “Perhaps you could use some fancy magic?” He asks, tilting his head in a way that seems to suggest that he doesn’t know what the magic might be, but he’s entirely curious.
Planning, you see.
“I think that being the bigger person is a bit status quo. If you’re not… Then wouldn’t that be fulfilling what it wants?” Sure, the topic was serious, but there’s a thought that races through his head that the impulsivity of it and the frustration she harbors behind it would be enough to fit into the request the raggedy deity requested. “Perhaps you could use some fancy magic?” He asks, tilting his head in a way that seems to suggest that he doesn’t know what the magic might be, but he’s entirely curious.
Planning, you see.
the flood
nothing was good and everything was in between ///
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.
