SuNjATA
the flood
Overwhelming was just the starting point, it seemed. And while Sunjata hasn’t divulged all the information, the reason he is the way that he is, he’s done it enough to give Oliver an idea. And so he nods to the other man in response, spending a few moments longer thinking on what he’s said before Oliver’s question catches his steel gaze. “I don’t know, really. Never got the chance to ask.” He says with a wry smile. “I woke up one morning in a house I had been staying at, walked into the kitchen and suddenly was here.” He snorts before shaking his head.
But then Oliver starts to go on about Phoebe, and he chews on his lip absentmindedly, looking away from the blond once more to scan the snow covered fields. “Uh well, I didn’t exactly make things better.” But he pauses as he hears Oliver mention that he thinks he’s great and his gaze snaps back to the blond man with a small smile. “Thanks.” He’s not entirely sure how to take the compliment, but he does his best anyway.
He clears his throat then and focuses a small amount on Oliver while he explains it. “So, I’m not with her anymore. I’m with Lusea.” He resists the urge to add I think, before continuing. “But I might have told Phoebe when I was drunk that I still loved her, but that I wouldn’t choose her? And well, we agreed that I should keep my distance.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug at that and his eyes drift from Oliver back out into the snowy expanse.
But then Oliver starts to go on about Phoebe, and he chews on his lip absentmindedly, looking away from the blond once more to scan the snow covered fields. “Uh well, I didn’t exactly make things better.” But he pauses as he hears Oliver mention that he thinks he’s great and his gaze snaps back to the blond man with a small smile. “Thanks.” He’s not entirely sure how to take the compliment, but he does his best anyway.
He clears his throat then and focuses a small amount on Oliver while he explains it. “So, I’m not with her anymore. I’m with Lusea.” He resists the urge to add I think, before continuing. “But I might have told Phoebe when I was drunk that I still loved her, but that I wouldn’t choose her? And well, we agreed that I should keep my distance.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug at that and his eyes drift from Oliver back out into the snowy expanse.
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
