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
It was the variety of life, apparently – though Sunjata was never one to eat things raw unless he was in shift. So, he regards her as she regards him – like a puzzle to be figured out, even if Sunjata knew the latter half of the equation. “At least the note’ll make sense, then.” His smile remains crooked and playful, because she doesn’t need to know the difficulties he’s going through. He can pretend to be fine for however long it takes. Her instant agreement certainly adds to the relieving of some amount of tension in his broad, tattooed shoulders.
“The rage room? What’s that about?” He asks, taking a moment to conjure more glittering water to swipe at his face, trying to clean up as much blood as he can from lingering on his skin, especially if they’re to be so close as she reads the line of thought he also is currently having. He doesn’t want to have to walk back and run the risk of stumbling into something he doesn’t want to see – and seeing as he can look at her without shying away, it’s best to stick with those you know.
Or something to that matter.
His wings flare out, catching in the sun to reveal the veins that run through each scarred one. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” He says with a soft chuckle, leaving the remnants of the luxere behind for the crows and other beasts that would pilfer through it so that he can officially step into her space to pick her up into his arms – intending to make the short trip back to the Temple without the full amount of his draconic shift.
Once she’s settled, a soft little “ready?” is what’s uttered before the Flood takes to the skies – each and every scar on display in this close proximity, along with the scent magic from Frey in full effect. It luckily isn’t a super long trek – it hadn’t taken that long for them to get to the clearing anyway, so as he lands with her in his arms before the Temple, he leans over to set her down on the top of the stairs leading up to the Temple, leaving them eye level. It's here that the envelope Danta had written sits beside the door - tucked underneath one of the decor items so that it wouldn't blow away in the wind.
“The rage room? What’s that about?” He asks, taking a moment to conjure more glittering water to swipe at his face, trying to clean up as much blood as he can from lingering on his skin, especially if they’re to be so close as she reads the line of thought he also is currently having. He doesn’t want to have to walk back and run the risk of stumbling into something he doesn’t want to see – and seeing as he can look at her without shying away, it’s best to stick with those you know.
Or something to that matter.
His wings flare out, catching in the sun to reveal the veins that run through each scarred one. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” He says with a soft chuckle, leaving the remnants of the luxere behind for the crows and other beasts that would pilfer through it so that he can officially step into her space to pick her up into his arms – intending to make the short trip back to the Temple without the full amount of his draconic shift.
Once she’s settled, a soft little “ready?” is what’s uttered before the Flood takes to the skies – each and every scar on display in this close proximity, along with the scent magic from Frey in full effect. It luckily isn’t a super long trek – it hadn’t taken that long for them to get to the clearing anyway, so as he lands with her in his arms before the Temple, he leans over to set her down on the top of the stairs leading up to the Temple, leaving them eye level. It's here that the envelope Danta had written sits beside the door - tucked underneath one of the decor items so that it wouldn't blow away in the wind.
'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.
