SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
He’d guessed right – because dragon becomes someone, and that someone being a very lovely woman. He doesn’t expect her to be the very one he was supposed to seek out, though, that’s simply just a boon. So when she flashes him a sunny smile and accepts his compliment, the Flood simply flashes her a crooked one back. The ruby horns as they glint in the light suddenly make a lot of sense to him, though, and with it he can’t help the soft chuckle that escapes him as he inclines his head in agreement. “Just makes it better, doesn’t it?” He tacks on, though he’d be lying if he wasn’t a touch distracted by her casual attire.
And once again, another spark of understanding sparks to life in Sunjata’s mind – a distraction, as Danta had mentioned, temporary or not, but something to keep his mind off of the fact he’s still awaiting the return of letters and the fact half of the world outside of the inner quarter had far too many eyes and tentacles for his liking. And the fact that he’d lost his fiancée and was anxiously awaiting some semblance of information back about her whereabouts.
“Ah, you’re just the one I was looking for actually.” His wings rustle as he tucks them in tight and steps closer to her, within a distance enough to be friendly rather than formal. “I’m Sunjata, by the way. Danta sent me. Though I uh, left the note he sent me with at the Temple, but..” Shaking his head a little with a huff, he lets his steel gaze land on her, masked over the desperation of trying to not come off as broody as he is. “We could go back, if you didn’t want to stay out here?” Is he rambling? A touch, yeah. But it’s been a while since he’s done anything like this, with those that didn’t know each and every dark pit of his mistakes and transgressions.
He doesn't know what all the stories have said, either.
And once again, another spark of understanding sparks to life in Sunjata’s mind – a distraction, as Danta had mentioned, temporary or not, but something to keep his mind off of the fact he’s still awaiting the return of letters and the fact half of the world outside of the inner quarter had far too many eyes and tentacles for his liking. And the fact that he’d lost his fiancée and was anxiously awaiting some semblance of information back about her whereabouts.
“Ah, you’re just the one I was looking for actually.” His wings rustle as he tucks them in tight and steps closer to her, within a distance enough to be friendly rather than formal. “I’m Sunjata, by the way. Danta sent me. Though I uh, left the note he sent me with at the Temple, but..” Shaking his head a little with a huff, he lets his steel gaze land on her, masked over the desperation of trying to not come off as broody as he is. “We could go back, if you didn’t want to stay out here?” Is he rambling? A touch, yeah. But it’s been a while since he’s done anything like this, with those that didn’t know each and every dark pit of his mistakes and transgressions.
He doesn't know what all the stories have said, either.
'cause i might make a move
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.
