SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
The hug in return is very warm for Sunjata – between the work he’s been doing in here, the heat that’s settled into the bones of the building, and that which radiates from the Ancient herself, but Sunjata absolutely won’t complain. The hug is welcome, needed honestly, and as they part he shakes his head with a soft huff of a laugh as they step through the rest of the bottom floor of the House of Midnight toward the booths. “That’s okay. I’ll be honest, we were pretty mud locked last season.” He hums as they slip into their seats.
When it comes to his order, he picks something vastly different from what he usually would do – a lemonade specifically not spiked so it doesn’t heat his blood any further than it already feels like it is. “That’s great.” Sunjata hums, leaning forward to let his steel gaze focus on her, warmly. “I’m g--..” He cuts himself off with a lopsided smile of an apology. “I’m okay.” It’s a bigger admission, one granted to Isla as his friend rather than any other acquaintance.
“Tell me about your news, first.” He doesn’t want to ruin anything she’s about to say with the dourness of his love life, especially considering what it had originally caused for her.
When it comes to his order, he picks something vastly different from what he usually would do – a lemonade specifically not spiked so it doesn’t heat his blood any further than it already feels like it is. “That’s great.” Sunjata hums, leaning forward to let his steel gaze focus on her, warmly. “I’m g--..” He cuts himself off with a lopsided smile of an apology. “I’m okay.” It’s a bigger admission, one granted to Isla as his friend rather than any other acquaintance.
“Tell me about your news, first.” He doesn’t want to ruin anything she’s about to say with the dourness of his love life, especially considering what it had originally caused for her.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
