SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
His gaze finds her eyes, listens with everything he has to the explanation – wondering just how much to take the threat or if it were just the start of something else, something more. She shrugs and he remains, head tilting a small amount to the side as he considers it – already ensuring the fact he’d use the daggers on enacting his own form of revenge.
But for her? What would or might she have him do now that he had them in his possession? “I see.” He begins, pausing to take a deep breath, to gather his thoughts and the back and forth they’d had. “What would you have me do?” Comes the easier question, or so he thinks. Would she have him go and seek it out, snuff it out? Or would she have him simply wait, sit out of it, unless provoked once again?
But for her? What would or might she have him do now that he had them in his possession? “I see.” He begins, pausing to take a deep breath, to gather his thoughts and the back and forth they’d had. “What would you have me do?” Comes the easier question, or so he thinks. Would she have him go and seek it out, snuff it out? Or would she have him simply wait, sit out of it, unless provoked once again?
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
