SUNJATA
the flood
The dream meshes and melds away into nothing but a bright golden light flickering in through a window and the warm heat that reflects and radiates off of Ronin’s body as he remains nestled in close — slowly coming to, remembering the dream and wondering if the blackberry scent he can smell still is real or if it was a lingering effect of the dream. But Ronin keeps him close, an arm around him and Sunjata’s not sure Ronin knows what Sunjata had just dreamed.
The words confuse him further, his head turning against Ronin’s to peer at him with softer steel — so much like the boy’s eyes. “What about?” He rumbles, thickly accented, confusion flickering off him in waves before he’s shifting in the bed a bit and peeling himself from the Star. “What were we talking about? I think… I think I fell asleep.”
The words confuse him further, his head turning against Ronin’s to peer at him with softer steel — so much like the boy’s eyes. “What about?” He rumbles, thickly accented, confusion flickering off him in waves before he’s shifting in the bed a bit and peeling himself from the Star. “What were we talking about? I think… I think I fell asleep.”
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
