SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
“Ooh, just like that huh?” Sunjata hums with an accented laugh, soft and easy like the breeze that races through the Oerwoud. But as she continues, the Flood’s steel gaze focuses on her, on the tangle of her pale hair against her horns, of the way she still looks quite young in comparison to how much he’s aged in the same amount of time. Death and rebirth would do that, he supposes, though it’s almost surprising that it’s been so stark.
He’d grown, he’d moved on, he’d been able to learn and become so much closer to Frey that he can embody them easily in the way he listens — because for him? Frey had become his safe space. The only place he could go and let it all out and not be judged. Helped instead of mocked. And it made a world of difference. So he nods, silently, lips still quirked in that crooked and lopsided smile, before he watches her recline onto her elbows.
Her question is one that takes him a touch by surprise — evident in the blink he offers her before he chuckles again and reaches forward with his lightning scarred hand, fingers untangling the blonde from her horns until they fell out of her point of view. “I mean.. I don’t see why not? Do you?” The question seems to suggest that he didn't mind one way or another but that it solely rested on whether Maea felt comfortable enough to take the leap.
He’d grown, he’d moved on, he’d been able to learn and become so much closer to Frey that he can embody them easily in the way he listens — because for him? Frey had become his safe space. The only place he could go and let it all out and not be judged. Helped instead of mocked. And it made a world of difference. So he nods, silently, lips still quirked in that crooked and lopsided smile, before he watches her recline onto her elbows.
Her question is one that takes him a touch by surprise — evident in the blink he offers her before he chuckles again and reaches forward with his lightning scarred hand, fingers untangling the blonde from her horns until they fell out of her point of view. “I mean.. I don’t see why not? Do you?” The question seems to suggest that he didn't mind one way or another but that it solely rested on whether Maea felt comfortable enough to take the leap.
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
