SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
“You usually do.” Sunjata confirms with a warmer smile, relief smoothing out the tense wrinkle lines formed in his face and the way he’d held his shoulders. Letting his steel gaze drift to the half assembled cobbler, he steps closer, fully intending to help her finish it off. “Happy to help. Melita pretty much said my cooking was getting a little better.” Which, Isla would know, was a huge compliment all things considered.
Before he tries to help with any finishing up of the cobbler, he sheds his jacket and washes his hands, ensuring that anything lingering from the trip wouldn’t accidentally make it into the desserts as he huffs a soft laugh over his shoulder. “I’m not that lanky.” He complains, though the banter is easy. Familiar. As they always had been to one another.
But it’s the mention of Stormbreak that has him paling a touch, before he clears his throat and nods in response to the Greatwood. “Yeah. I’m glad the Greatwood is.” He agrees, purposefully ignoring the comment of Stormbreak for a few moments longer while he figures out how to bring it up.
He turns back toward the space she’s been making them, ready to be directed however she needs while she gets the coffees ready. “I’m glad you’ve been good. How’s Everest?” He asks, tiptoeing the line of his thoughts as he tries not to betray his paleness once again at bringing up thevery much infected fuckin’ terrifying face sucker attuned.
Before he tries to help with any finishing up of the cobbler, he sheds his jacket and washes his hands, ensuring that anything lingering from the trip wouldn’t accidentally make it into the desserts as he huffs a soft laugh over his shoulder. “I’m not that lanky.” He complains, though the banter is easy. Familiar. As they always had been to one another.
But it’s the mention of Stormbreak that has him paling a touch, before he clears his throat and nods in response to the Greatwood. “Yeah. I’m glad the Greatwood is.” He agrees, purposefully ignoring the comment of Stormbreak for a few moments longer while he figures out how to bring it up.
He turns back toward the space she’s been making them, ready to be directed however she needs while she gets the coffees ready. “I’m glad you’ve been good. How’s Everest?” He asks, tiptoeing the line of his thoughts as he tries not to betray his paleness once again at bringing up the
you shut your eyes to pain
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
