SuNjATA
the flood
Soaking up the sun for as long as it takes to feel the real sting of just how much he’d ruined the mood, the Flood glances over toward her when she sinks off the stone to gather her things. “Yeah.. Take some time beforehand and then you can get back to work.” It comes out as more of a comment than a suggestion, distracted as Sunjata glances over toward the rest of the sun and the trickle of the water that drifts through the creek that cuts through part of the Refuge.
He sits up, then, drawing a leg up all shark bite scars and pink scar tissue. “Sorry if I ruined the day you were having.” He offers out quietly before she leaves, just in case she thinks it’s all entirely her fault. “It wasn’t you, if that helps.” Just the word itself that had brought up so much of a memory that he couldn’t stifle it down. But as he wraps an arm around the leg still lifted off the rock, he thinks better of it after a moment and slips off the towel he’d borrowed from her, rolling it up to approach her and offer it to her with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.
He sits up, then, drawing a leg up all shark bite scars and pink scar tissue. “Sorry if I ruined the day you were having.” He offers out quietly before she leaves, just in case she thinks it’s all entirely her fault. “It wasn’t you, if that helps.” Just the word itself that had brought up so much of a memory that he couldn’t stifle it down. But as he wraps an arm around the leg still lifted off the rock, he thinks better of it after a moment and slips off the towel he’d borrowed from her, rolling it up to approach her and offer it to her with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.
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.
