SuNjATA
the flood
As she accepts his offer, he runs his hand along Beans’ neck before patting lightly and making his way over toward the rocks while any awkwardness begins to fade away. “First I’ve heard that in a long time.” He teases her about his company always being welcome, flashing her a lopsided smile. Heading over to grab the towel she points out, his laugh leaves him as she makes her claims. “Yeah, alright. Seems only fair, huh?” He places the towel down on the rock beside her own on a flat space, before he gets to work shedding out of his clothes.
With his shirt halfway removed, her question has him peeking over as one arm remains tangled in the inside of his dark shirt. “Wha—oh, it is. That’s the second one I’ve seen.” He glances around as if waiting for something to appear for it now that it wasn’t just a random thing that happened once before nodding to her. “You want it? I took the last one I saw.” Only because Jack hadn’t wanted it.
He then finally slips out of his shirt, kicking off his boots and the rest of his clothes – the lefthand side of his body facing her streaked with the branching lightning strike scars. Up by his hips as they become more visible from the lack of clothes, more half crescent scars lay periodically along both legs, some appearing like open parenthesis while others appearing more like a smiling mouth or a frown, littering the lower half of his body.
It doesn’t take him much time to sit on the rock, though, sinking back to let the sun work its magic. “So did you have enough lantern oil the rest of LongNight?”
With his shirt halfway removed, her question has him peeking over as one arm remains tangled in the inside of his dark shirt. “Wha—oh, it is. That’s the second one I’ve seen.” He glances around as if waiting for something to appear for it now that it wasn’t just a random thing that happened once before nodding to her. “You want it? I took the last one I saw.” Only because Jack hadn’t wanted it.
He then finally slips out of his shirt, kicking off his boots and the rest of his clothes – the lefthand side of his body facing her streaked with the branching lightning strike scars. Up by his hips as they become more visible from the lack of clothes, more half crescent scars lay periodically along both legs, some appearing like open parenthesis while others appearing more like a smiling mouth or a frown, littering the lower half of his body.
It doesn’t take him much time to sit on the rock, though, sinking back to let the sun work its magic. “So did you have enough lantern oil the rest of LongNight?”
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
