SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
I know, liefde. He hums quietly to Hotaru, keeping wholly to themselves despite seeing his niece and the variety of others out and about in the festival. His arm snakes around his fiancée tighter in equal measure to her own tightening touch, shifting to guide them toward the tables laden with food, plucking a warm cider for the both of them.
He flashes her a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes, but one that’s good enough for the public – a well worn and comfortable mask. Something easy to slip into as he sips from the cider and hums a curious note. “Not bad on the cider, though.” He raises a brow, a playfulness overcoming him that Hotaru would certainly see through, but one that Sunjata hopes the rest of those in attendance wouldn’t look too closely at to see the inner layers.
He flashes her a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes, but one that’s good enough for the public – a well worn and comfortable mask. Something easy to slip into as he sips from the cider and hums a curious note. “Not bad on the cider, though.” He raises a brow, a playfulness overcoming him that Hotaru would certainly see through, but one that Sunjata hopes the rest of those in attendance wouldn’t look too closely at to see the inner layers.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
