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
“Unfortunately.” Sunjata admits as the alcohol starts to make him feel a touch looser. Not much more than that, given everything, but a boon was still a boon. One he utilizes here. His head tilts a fraction as her hand trails up his arms, the touch one that’s warm and comfortable and everything he needs right this second after such a disastrous last couple of days.
He shivers with it and her voice as he listens, emitting a soft huff of a laugh before he shakes his head a little. “I’m not a very good talker as it turns out. Better with my body than my words.” He explains swiftly as he does take the offered space between her legs, letting her tail wind around his as he makes the conscious decision to mimic her. Unfurling from his back comes the dragon wings from earlier, scarred and tattered in spots, but much smaller than his full form. His horns also spiral out from his head and a forked tongue completes the look, his smile clearly the mask he needs to start off the night. “It is a Frey thing.” Here, he closes the distance more, angling his head to where he can press his cheek against her ear. “What do I smell like to you?” He asks in a low, accented rumble, angled enough to where his neck and shoulder would align perfectly with her nose and lips, as if a signal.
He shivers with it and her voice as he listens, emitting a soft huff of a laugh before he shakes his head a little. “I’m not a very good talker as it turns out. Better with my body than my words.” He explains swiftly as he does take the offered space between her legs, letting her tail wind around his as he makes the conscious decision to mimic her. Unfurling from his back comes the dragon wings from earlier, scarred and tattered in spots, but much smaller than his full form. His horns also spiral out from his head and a forked tongue completes the look, his smile clearly the mask he needs to start off the night. “It is a Frey thing.” Here, he closes the distance more, angling his head to where he can press his cheek against her ear. “What do I smell like to you?” He asks in a low, accented rumble, angled enough to where his neck and shoulder would align perfectly with her nose and lips, as if a signal.
'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.
