SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
He’s open for her the second she turns toward him, winding both of his arms around her in a gentle hug, keeping her close as she needs and offering whatever warmth he can to help her parse through the thoughts. As such, his voice rumbles out in his nervousness, only to find that she isn’t blaming him at all. Relief spreads sadly against his face, the flickering light in his scars soothingly “’Course not.” He says, stumbling over the first statement as if somewhat surprised, huffing a soft sound and flashing a sad smile.
He releases her when she steps back and he cares far little about the state of his outfit when she tries to straighten it out. He waves her off, that sad smile still on his face. “No, no. I’m okay. Really.” He hums softly, shrugging broad shoulders before he glances to the oven. “Maybe some cobbler when it’s done?” But anything else? No.
He releases her when she steps back and he cares far little about the state of his outfit when she tries to straighten it out. He waves her off, that sad smile still on his face. “No, no. I’m okay. Really.” He hums softly, shrugging broad shoulders before he glances to the oven. “Maybe some cobbler when it’s done?” But anything else? No.
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.
