// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Only choke?” He hums, before a glimpse of his darker nature slips through, the kind that he’d harbored years ago before he’d become tempered and even. The joke sours just as it had when Flora released it, and Sunjata finishes it quite unknowingly. “I’m sure I’m not the first on it, but I would love to drown her.” By his own hand, choking on both her conscious and the water until she couldn’t breathe ever again.
Though who knows what kind of weird shit they had, whether she’d probably be able to breathe water. Wrinkling his nose, the expression vanishes almost immediately to hear Flora’s response. All darkness breaks the storm clouds of his silver stare, meeting her blues with a glimmer of surprise breaking through them like sunlight on a river’s rapids. “So he’s got emotions, huh?” He teases softly, despite it not being a joking matter, and his arm squeezes her gently when she admits no one else has offered it.
That part certainly surprises him. “Well, first or not, the sentiment is the same. You’re always welcome here. Whether you need a reason or you don’t. We’re happy to have you.” He murmurs softly, all warmth and albeit, a fatherly protectiveness he can’t help but to share.
Though who knows what kind of weird shit they had, whether she’d probably be able to breathe water. Wrinkling his nose, the expression vanishes almost immediately to hear Flora’s response. All darkness breaks the storm clouds of his silver stare, meeting her blues with a glimmer of surprise breaking through them like sunlight on a river’s rapids. “So he’s got emotions, huh?” He teases softly, despite it not being a joking matter, and his arm squeezes her gently when she admits no one else has offered it.
That part certainly surprises him. “Well, first or not, the sentiment is the same. You’re always welcome here. Whether you need a reason or you don’t. We’re happy to have you.” He murmurs softly, all warmth and albeit, a fatherly protectiveness he can’t help but to share.
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.
