/// when we crawled out of the ocean
Sunjata nods, hearing her out for what she says – whether he thinks that theyre ready and perhaps the conversation over it. And while it hadn’t been an official thing between them – the jests between the two suggested as much. That and their common mantra of having the rest of their lives together. So why not? As far as he thinks forward, he can’t think of a reason it wouldn’t or couldn’t work – not with the safety net that Frey had offered him, especially with the purple tint to his mind. But being aware of it, too, is another thing entirely and one that the Flood doesn’t want to rush into either.
He's about to ask her whether she has opinions on the subject, how he could bring it up without giving up the ghost, before her voice cuts across and wrinkles her nose and he nods, stepping a little bit closer. “Not my real heart. Just… The soul portion?” He comments, before he starts to gesture with his hand, as if trying to explain further, words failing him as they so often do. “Like… An item. An essence of my heart.” To keep him from straying, an issue with Safrin getting into his head constantly. Frey had chosen the opposite. A gift, to be given to whomever he wished to keep it safe, to keep him from ruining his life again. And with the new void threat out there and Dahlia, well, Sunjata thinks it’s a perfect idea.
He's about to ask her whether she has opinions on the subject, how he could bring it up without giving up the ghost, before her voice cuts across and wrinkles her nose and he nods, stepping a little bit closer. “Not my real heart. Just… The soul portion?” He comments, before he starts to gesture with his hand, as if trying to explain further, words failing him as they so often do. “Like… An item. An essence of my heart.” To keep him from straying, an issue with Safrin getting into his head constantly. Frey had chosen the opposite. A gift, to be given to whomever he wished to keep it safe, to keep him from ruining his life again. And with the new void threat out there and Dahlia, well, Sunjata thinks it’s a perfect idea.
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.
