SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
As she looks at him, it feels like the ocean takes him in – a familiar feeling for the ex-Flood, now Heartless, to peer back at someone that understands just as much as he does the currents and flow of the sea, even if it weren’t for the same reasoning. He takes her hand, that sensation of something more beneath the smooth skin, the tension of a cresting wave before the mist hits, leaving you breathless in the way that’s so unlike anything else but coming face to face with the sea.
It only has his smile growing, the acceptance in the smoothness of this encounter despite the way he knows Jack’s listening to his very thoughts on the matter. A fact answered when the Captain’s voice rings out and Sunjata hums a little accented laugh, nodding. “I just didn’t know such a thing was possible, to be honest.” He admits, his smile bright and almost boyish as he places the cigarette back between his lips to take a drag off of. The exhale pours from his nose, curling around his cheeks as he nods his head. “Oh, of that I’m sure.” He agrees with a nod to Jack and The Ark with the fact that the woman before him is more than a pretty face. “I’m also pretty sure I can manage that.” Treating her well, that is. Gods knew Jack and he had enough drama in the past between them that have smoothed out over the years that the Archon isn’t intending on stirring up any other shit.
Why ruin a good thing when you’ve got it? Speaking of, though, he reaches into his pocket to snag the vial, shimmering and pearlescent, the boon from Frey that now seems as good a time as any to take – and he does, downs it alongside another sip of the whiskey in his glass, loosening up enough to continue the conversation in a way that can have him trying to figure out when he’ll start to feel the sensation of being drunk for the first time in what felt like ages. “If it helps, I’m not too big of a fan of the cold here either, buuut everywhere else was taken, so this was the best shot I had.” He couldn’t stay ruling Torchline, even if it still held a huge piece of his heart.
It only has his smile growing, the acceptance in the smoothness of this encounter despite the way he knows Jack’s listening to his very thoughts on the matter. A fact answered when the Captain’s voice rings out and Sunjata hums a little accented laugh, nodding. “I just didn’t know such a thing was possible, to be honest.” He admits, his smile bright and almost boyish as he places the cigarette back between his lips to take a drag off of. The exhale pours from his nose, curling around his cheeks as he nods his head. “Oh, of that I’m sure.” He agrees with a nod to Jack and The Ark with the fact that the woman before him is more than a pretty face. “I’m also pretty sure I can manage that.” Treating her well, that is. Gods knew Jack and he had enough drama in the past between them that have smoothed out over the years that the Archon isn’t intending on stirring up any other shit.
Why ruin a good thing when you’ve got it? Speaking of, though, he reaches into his pocket to snag the vial, shimmering and pearlescent, the boon from Frey that now seems as good a time as any to take – and he does, downs it alongside another sip of the whiskey in his glass, loosening up enough to continue the conversation in a way that can have him trying to figure out when he’ll start to feel the sensation of being drunk for the first time in what felt like ages. “If it helps, I’m not too big of a fan of the cold here either, buuut everywhere else was taken, so this was the best shot I had.” He couldn’t stay ruling Torchline, even if it still held a huge piece of his heart.
'cause i might make a move
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.
