SuNjATA
the flood
It is fun and games until she says Sunny in a fond attempt to prod at him – but it sparks an almost masked smile, a slight flinch to hear it so brazenly said. “That’s good.” He says a little numbly, having not intended on letting his little self antagonizing playfulness get so close to his chest, enough that thanks to the Refuge’s abilities she doesn’t get to see the feathers that would ruffle or appear, the scales that might take its place to block him away from any feelings.
She continues and he finds himself staring at the sky, to a particularly puffy cloud that drifts on by in the shape of what he can only assume to be a large cockroach with the wispy bits of the cloud extending out into the blue of the sky. “Hey, so, are you cool with just calling me Jata or anything else but Sunny?” He asks a little quietly, keeping his gaze away from her. He doesn’t really want to have to explain, but he feels like it’s necessary. It isn’t her fault, after all.
“It’s kind of a special nickname for me. My mom called me that. And Nate.” And Vervain and Hotaru on some days, only ones that had gotten close enough and wiggled their way under his skin and taken portions of his heart got the ability to call him that. But he doesn’t want to bring the vibe down further as he tilts his head slightly so she can see the crown of light brown hair, meshed and intermixed already with waves of grey peeking through. “I’ve already got the greys started.” He jokes, gesturing with his lightning scarred hand to his hair before he drags his hand through it again.
As for the fair and the prep of it, the Flood hums a little sigh as he nods. “Yeah, Danta said the Grounds have some pretty bad mud too. Torchline seems mostly spared, though, in case you wanted a real break from it all.” Shrugging slightly, he tilts his attention back toward her, his grey gaze dark to mirror the stormclouds off in the distance, likely battering more rain against New Haven if he had to guess from this distance. “I should talk to Frey though. They might enjoy a little gathering for the new year.” It’s a thought that worms its way in, a mental debate of whether or not he risks it or uses that as one of his calls to the gods when the other would likely have to do with a regional quest.
She continues and he finds himself staring at the sky, to a particularly puffy cloud that drifts on by in the shape of what he can only assume to be a large cockroach with the wispy bits of the cloud extending out into the blue of the sky. “Hey, so, are you cool with just calling me Jata or anything else but Sunny?” He asks a little quietly, keeping his gaze away from her. He doesn’t really want to have to explain, but he feels like it’s necessary. It isn’t her fault, after all.
“It’s kind of a special nickname for me. My mom called me that. And Nate.” And Vervain and Hotaru on some days, only ones that had gotten close enough and wiggled their way under his skin and taken portions of his heart got the ability to call him that. But he doesn’t want to bring the vibe down further as he tilts his head slightly so she can see the crown of light brown hair, meshed and intermixed already with waves of grey peeking through. “I’ve already got the greys started.” He jokes, gesturing with his lightning scarred hand to his hair before he drags his hand through it again.
As for the fair and the prep of it, the Flood hums a little sigh as he nods. “Yeah, Danta said the Grounds have some pretty bad mud too. Torchline seems mostly spared, though, in case you wanted a real break from it all.” Shrugging slightly, he tilts his attention back toward her, his grey gaze dark to mirror the stormclouds off in the distance, likely battering more rain against New Haven if he had to guess from this distance. “I should talk to Frey though. They might enjoy a little gathering for the new year.” It’s a thought that worms its way in, a mental debate of whether or not he risks it or uses that as one of his calls to the gods when the other would likely have to do with a regional quest.
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.
