// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
Her announcement of her cooking being not the best is met with a low rumble of a laugh from Sunjata and a blind shake of his head. “Trust me when I say there’s zero judgement.” His lopsided smile is aimed at her – so he thinks, at least – when he tacks on the explanation. “I’m a shitty cook. I think the only thing I can make halfway decent are pancakes.” And only because he’d forced himself to learn it for Kamaria when Nate wasn’t around to cook and he’d been forced to figure it out.
It was a lot of trial and error, though, and a lot of meals that weren’t very good all things considered. Edible for the most part, but certainly lacking and nothing to write home about. He’d never really needed to learn, though, having had it all available to him even if the rest of his childhood had been full of trauma. When he was able to eat, he’d always had a good meal to scavenge.
As for eating blindfolded, he isn’t really opposed, and before he has a chance to admit such a thing he feels the light trace of her finger across his lips, her voice louder and more vibrant now that she’s standing in front of him again. “Might not be so bad, yeah.” He agrees softly, his hand taken by her and tugged along and he follows her diligently down the hall toward the bathroom, a low chuckle filling the halls. “Alright, alright. Good thing I’m good with water, huh?” He teases, letting a ribbon of water appear and wind around her wrist as a tether so he doesn’t get lost.
Not like he would, of course.
It was a lot of trial and error, though, and a lot of meals that weren’t very good all things considered. Edible for the most part, but certainly lacking and nothing to write home about. He’d never really needed to learn, though, having had it all available to him even if the rest of his childhood had been full of trauma. When he was able to eat, he’d always had a good meal to scavenge.
As for eating blindfolded, he isn’t really opposed, and before he has a chance to admit such a thing he feels the light trace of her finger across his lips, her voice louder and more vibrant now that she’s standing in front of him again. “Might not be so bad, yeah.” He agrees softly, his hand taken by her and tugged along and he follows her diligently down the hall toward the bathroom, a low chuckle filling the halls. “Alright, alright. Good thing I’m good with water, huh?” He teases, letting a ribbon of water appear and wind around her wrist as a tether so he doesn’t get lost.
Not like he would, of course.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
SUNJATA
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.
