SuNjATA
the flood
She agrees – and without much further of an explanation. It makes it easier for him to breathe through the potential slip. She wasn’t the first to have done it and he’d had to correct. It happened… Honestly, a lot of the time, but he’s found that with life moving on, he wasn’t out and about and making new friends all that often these days. It was a correction that wasn’t a constant thing. And that, perhaps, is what’s made it all that much more jarring to hear it drop from her lips, even as affectionately and fond as she’d intended it to be.
But then he’s fairly confident he’s ruined the mood, drawing silent to stare up at the sky and continue to try and pick apart different clouds that look like weird creatures when she flips onto her stomach and tilts her head toward him. He can see it in his peripheral vision, humming a little note of agreement. “Got a place in mind?” He asks after a moment, contemplating where might be a decent place to go. “If you didn’t wanna go too far away, you can always snag a room at the House and make it wherever you want it to be.” He offers like an olive branch, tilting his head toward her to flash her a small smile as if trying to bring the good back into their conversation before he’d gone and ruined it (a thing Sunjata does quite regularly, it seems).
But then he’s fairly confident he’s ruined the mood, drawing silent to stare up at the sky and continue to try and pick apart different clouds that look like weird creatures when she flips onto her stomach and tilts her head toward him. He can see it in his peripheral vision, humming a little note of agreement. “Got a place in mind?” He asks after a moment, contemplating where might be a decent place to go. “If you didn’t wanna go too far away, you can always snag a room at the House and make it wherever you want it to be.” He offers like an olive branch, tilting his head toward her to flash her a small smile as if trying to bring the good back into their conversation before he’d gone and ruined it (a thing Sunjata does quite regularly, it seems).
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.
