The confessions come from a worrying lip, and he focuses on her with an intense precision, and he listens while she speaks, horned head tilted slightly as she begins with wanting time become his friend. And for a second, Sunjata has to take a second and wonder if he even really has those anymore, sure he had this Guildmates — a couple of them that didn’t entirely think he was lost —
“Special to you.” She stumbles and his head cocks a bit more, keeping that focus, hearing her confession loud and clear as the earring in his ear works to make her voice as though she’s said if right up against it. But he lets her finish it, letting go of the bottle and rubbing his hand against his neck, feeling the bite marks beneath them as he continues to consider her — the way she doesn’t move away nor come closer.
Was it all just a simple crush? Was it because he’d been her first kiss? Or did she think there was a possibility of something more lingering under the surface when he couldn’t even care for himself?
Their goals are similar in a sense, when it comes to exploration — Sunjata openly wishing to get the world available to them again… And well? He considers her carefully, smirks and playfulness disappearing, gaze flitting from her pale gaze to the bar around them. And when he speaks, his voice is hoarse, sore. “[say]I do consider you a friend.[/say]” He begins, until his gaze finds hers again, searching her pale face. “[say]But if this is anything to go off of, I’m not exactly portraying a trustworthy person.[/say]” He explains, gesturing to the bar, to himself and the bruises and the bites.
His mind whirls with everything, a few short hours of not being in a relationship any longer, body wracked and riddled with bites from someone else. “[say]I can’t make promises Maea. But I can make you feel special, if you want that.[/say]” His dark brow raises considering her. “[say]I can train you and get you stronger with your magic and your fighting.[/say]” He regards her and the crush laid out. “[say]But I won’t give you anything serious, because obviously it fails.[/say]” A dark hum of a chuckle leaves him, glancing around the bar as though it’s proof itself and he focuses on her face again. “[say]So if you want to have fun and feel special, learn and explore sometimes… Well. I can help you with that too.[/say]” Sunjata accepts the idea of her crush, giving her a soft crooked smile at that. But he’s done with anything more, anything deeper than that until he finds it in him to figure out what it is he wants to do with his life.
“Special to you.” She stumbles and his head cocks a bit more, keeping that focus, hearing her confession loud and clear as the earring in his ear works to make her voice as though she’s said if right up against it. But he lets her finish it, letting go of the bottle and rubbing his hand against his neck, feeling the bite marks beneath them as he continues to consider her — the way she doesn’t move away nor come closer.
Was it all just a simple crush? Was it because he’d been her first kiss? Or did she think there was a possibility of something more lingering under the surface when he couldn’t even care for himself?
Their goals are similar in a sense, when it comes to exploration — Sunjata openly wishing to get the world available to them again… And well? He considers her carefully, smirks and playfulness disappearing, gaze flitting from her pale gaze to the bar around them. And when he speaks, his voice is hoarse, sore. “[say]I do consider you a friend.[/say]” He begins, until his gaze finds hers again, searching her pale face. “[say]But if this is anything to go off of, I’m not exactly portraying a trustworthy person.[/say]” He explains, gesturing to the bar, to himself and the bruises and the bites.
His mind whirls with everything, a few short hours of not being in a relationship any longer, body wracked and riddled with bites from someone else. “[say]I can’t make promises Maea. But I can make you feel special, if you want that.[/say]” His dark brow raises considering her. “[say]I can train you and get you stronger with your magic and your fighting.[/say]” He regards her and the crush laid out. “[say]But I won’t give you anything serious, because obviously it fails.[/say]” A dark hum of a chuckle leaves him, glancing around the bar as though it’s proof itself and he focuses on her face again. “[say]So if you want to have fun and feel special, learn and explore sometimes… Well. I can help you with that too.[/say]” Sunjata accepts the idea of her crush, giving her a soft crooked smile at that. But he’s done with anything more, anything deeper than that until he finds it in him to figure out what it is he wants to do with his life.
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.
