SuNJATA
the flood
“Yes.” He says softly with a gentler smile, forehead pressing against hers as he searches her gaze. “Together.” He reiterates, because can he truly imagine anything else? Not at the moment, not anymore. Not since the day he’d found her on the beach, realized how much he cared about her. How the trip back from Halo had been disastrous and she hadn’t chastised him for any of it.
He leans down to kiss her lightly, before beginning to unwrap himself from around her, slinking back toward the pillows, an arm outstretched to reach for her and pull her into him. “What are your plans for the day?” He asks quietly, steel gaze focusing on her. “Do you want a partner for your run?”
He leans down to kiss her lightly, before beginning to unwrap himself from around her, slinking back toward the pillows, an arm outstretched to reach for her and pull her into him. “What are your plans for the day?” He asks quietly, steel gaze focusing on her. “Do you want a partner for your run?”
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
