SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
She flinches from his voice and in the back of his mind he relishes it. ‘Good, good.’ He thinks, watching her with those hard eyes as she stammers and stumbles an apology. He can’t say he’s not trying to scare her, not when it might teach her to be more careful. He sighs sharply out his nose as she speaks further, feet taking him closer to her to look down at her face. And for a moment, he wonders just how young she is. “Of course I care? We don’t have to be courting for me to care about you.” There’s a quiet wrath that shakes through his voice. As for her next set of words, his eyes widen a fraction. “It just happens?” He scoffs in disbelief. “No.” His hands clench at his sides as he steps away from her, turning his back to her as he tries to focus his anger and frustration at something else. “I told you it was dangerous out there. The least you could do is have Pim with you.” He nearly shouts, biting down on his tongue to keep him from it. “If something happened and nobody knew where you were, don‘t you think that’s a problem?” Gods give him strength.
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.
