SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
She kisses his forehead lightly, and he leans into the touch a small amount before settling and relaxing a bit more into the crook of her arm. He offers his own quiet hum of a chuckle to leave his lips at her comment, the way she seems like a cat sprawled out and content with the answer she’d received. “Likewise.” He offers with a small smirk, until she continues to stoke along his shoulders and back, over crescent scars and an additional mark on the side that faces toward her from where Deimos had clawed him, pink and healed but still quite fresh.
Her voice reaches him again and he nestles in, closing his eyes once more when he finds them to heavy to try and keep open, when he can’t quite focus on the world around with the darkness and the scent of her overpowering his senses. “I thought about going to see if Amalia might make me a blackberry pie.” He muses thoughtfully, drowsily, perhaps something close to what his mother had made for him to celebrate his birthday in secret. “That’s it.” He doesn’t typically make plans for his birthdays. They hadn’t really been things to celebrate until he’d turned seventeen, and after that year they became pointless again.
He’s never had one of those traditional birthdays, where friends and family get together to celebrate it. Wouldn’t really know what to do with one, too used to just one on ones for it. A clap on the back of ‘congrats, you made it another year some-fucking-how.’
Her voice reaches him again and he nestles in, closing his eyes once more when he finds them to heavy to try and keep open, when he can’t quite focus on the world around with the darkness and the scent of her overpowering his senses. “I thought about going to see if Amalia might make me a blackberry pie.” He muses thoughtfully, drowsily, perhaps something close to what his mother had made for him to celebrate his birthday in secret. “That’s it.” He doesn’t typically make plans for his birthdays. They hadn’t really been things to celebrate until he’d turned seventeen, and after that year they became pointless again.
He’s never had one of those traditional birthdays, where friends and family get together to celebrate it. Wouldn’t really know what to do with one, too used to just one on ones for it. A clap on the back of ‘congrats, you made it another year some-fucking-how.’
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
