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 slips from him, his roguish charm on display as he faces her more while she readies up, keeping the stream of water dancing between his fingers. “I’ve forgotten a lot of things, but some shit sticks around.” He shrugs lightly, watching as she sparks the fire between her hands. He’s familiar with the Ancients enough to know that fire was a commonality amongst them. The rest, though, Sunjata’s unfortunately unaware of.
“Spar and chat. How’s that?” He says, already letting that flickering ribbon of water grow and grow, until it’s nearly a small stream in the air, swirling around him. He doesn’t aim it just yet, listening to her words, scanning her and the oil slick fine clothes she wears, so at odds with the girl of his past. “What’s the larger issue?” He probes, swirling the water once before he jets it toward her, aiming to douse the flame in her hands.
“Spar and chat. How’s that?” He says, already letting that flickering ribbon of water grow and grow, until it’s nearly a small stream in the air, swirling around him. He doesn’t aim it just yet, listening to her words, scanning her and the oil slick fine clothes she wears, so at odds with the girl of his past. “What’s the larger issue?” He probes, swirling the water once before he jets it toward her, aiming to douse the flame in her hands.
'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.
