you will not choke the divine from me
The thought that Oliver gives him is a good one, and he focuses on that briefly before trying to reach into that part of himself, forgoing the sorrow and frustration that lingers in his chest and heart for those different variations of himself. “I suppose it’s possible.” He concedes, brows furrowing as he looks to the sky, reaching deeply for that same feeling, wondering what he was even searching for. He continues this when Oliver continues on, commenting that he knew he had another magic, just not what it was.
And for Sunjata? All he could feel were wings and claws, nothing more and nothing less.
There’s a rumble of contemplation that leaves him, deep and accented before he glances over to Oliver with the briefest hint of a smile. “I can only feel these two if I go searching.” He offers quietly, pulling himself out of those shadowed, hidden places of his soul for the different versions of himself. Perhaps one day he might get more, might prove himself and find another, but for the time being it’s either navy wings for flight, or dark fur and claws.
And for Sunjata? All he could feel were wings and claws, nothing more and nothing less.
There’s a rumble of contemplation that leaves him, deep and accented before he glances over to Oliver with the briefest hint of a smile. “I can only feel these two if I go searching.” He offers quietly, pulling himself out of those shadowed, hidden places of his soul for the different versions of himself. Perhaps one day he might get more, might prove himself and find another, but for the time being it’s either navy wings for flight, or dark fur and claws.
sunjata
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.
