// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Unaware for the moment that he has a visitor, Sunjata continues his idle work on the beam, hammering the nails into place before testing it and ensuring that it was stable. It’s very much the dad vibe of yeah that’s not going anywhere before Sunjata leans back to survey his work, hearing the familiar lilt of a voice. Turning toward her (and admittedly expecting a particularly icy Captain), the smile on his face begins as genuine, before it becomes masked as the flickers of eyes in too many places — in her forehead, the hollows of her cheeks, blinking out from her neck where it even looks like for a moment that her skin is melting.
Taking a sharp inhale and realizing that, perhaps, she had gone through with the plan she’d mentioned before, before the visions stills and he suddenly finds some relief in the visual realization that she’s no longer infected. “Flora.” He greets, stepping away from the beam to embrace her (partially so he doesn’t have to look at her face and also the relief that holy shit she’s okay.)
Huffing a laugh as he pulls away, a broad tattooed shoulder shrugs. “I am more than just a pretty face, y’know.” He teases her in return. Glancing back to the work he’d been doing for the moment, he opts to leave everything there for later when he glances back to Flora and feels the sinking pit in his stomach flop with the visions again before they dissipate. “You hungry or thirsty? We can go grab something and get out of the cold?” There’s a certain gleam of protectiveness in the steel grey of his gaze, waiting patiently for her to make her decision.
Taking a sharp inhale and realizing that, perhaps, she had gone through with the plan she’d mentioned before, before the visions stills and he suddenly finds some relief in the visual realization that she’s no longer infected. “Flora.” He greets, stepping away from the beam to embrace her (partially so he doesn’t have to look at her face and also the relief that holy shit she’s okay.)
Huffing a laugh as he pulls away, a broad tattooed shoulder shrugs. “I am more than just a pretty face, y’know.” He teases her in return. Glancing back to the work he’d been doing for the moment, he opts to leave everything there for later when he glances back to Flora and feels the sinking pit in his stomach flop with the visions again before they dissipate. “You hungry or thirsty? We can go grab something and get out of the cold?” There’s a certain gleam of protectiveness in the steel grey of his gaze, waiting patiently for her to make her decision.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
