SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
It takes everything in Sunjata not to say so you’re just not their type. The thought subconsciously finishes with the idea that he could say that Niki was his type too, but he’s already gone overboard it seems with the abrupt shift in the room. He can’t help the creep of navy feathers that dance along his neck and chest, filling in the wing tattoos slowly.
Movement catches his eye, though, and Niki’s standing and collecting the mugs and departing down the hallway and he feels halfway like scrambling out just to save some semblance of his own stress – unsure why he’d had to go and blow up a little friendly conversation. He stays silent and gives Niki a head start before he’s standing and following him through, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, trying to pretend like he can’t feel the smooth brush of feathers on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry if I came off a little too strong.” He starts, staring stubbornly at the floor like he might be able to convince himself Niki won’t be more offended if he shifted into the macaw he’s feeling right now just to zip out of the window in the kitchen. “I can be a little intense sometimes, though I guess that’s partially why they used to call me the Flood, huh?” A humorless laugh leaves him as he shakes his head. “Anyway, I know that I’m Frey’s demigod, but I do have a type and whether or not you think you fall into it I can assure you that you do. So.. I think it’s probably better I leave before I end up fucking the conversation up more.” With this, he does pull his gaze up from the floor to look at Niki and offer a gentler smile, lopsided and easy despite the very abrupt unease he feels within.
Movement catches his eye, though, and Niki’s standing and collecting the mugs and departing down the hallway and he feels halfway like scrambling out just to save some semblance of his own stress – unsure why he’d had to go and blow up a little friendly conversation. He stays silent and gives Niki a head start before he’s standing and following him through, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, trying to pretend like he can’t feel the smooth brush of feathers on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry if I came off a little too strong.” He starts, staring stubbornly at the floor like he might be able to convince himself Niki won’t be more offended if he shifted into the macaw he’s feeling right now just to zip out of the window in the kitchen. “I can be a little intense sometimes, though I guess that’s partially why they used to call me the Flood, huh?” A humorless laugh leaves him as he shakes his head. “Anyway, I know that I’m Frey’s demigod, but I do have a type and whether or not you think you fall into it I can assure you that you do. So.. I think it’s probably better I leave before I end up fucking the conversation up more.” With this, he does pull his gaze up from the floor to look at Niki and offer a gentler smile, lopsided and easy despite the very abrupt unease he feels within.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
