you will not choke the divine from me
There’s a short chuckle that leaves Sunjata at Oliver’s comment and shrug, imagining that there wasn’t quite a way where it wouldn’t be fine – but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he focuses on the rest of it, the shifts, the beauty that lay within them, and he nods ever so slightly to that while his gaze continues to scan the sky, searching for stars, searching for Safrin.
“I hope so too Ollie.” He rumbles lightly, softly while he continues to search and seek, steel eyes remaining on the sky at least for a time before Sunjata sits up and Oliver and him continue the rest of the afternoon, finishing what food was left within the basket and finishing off the whiskey the blonde man had brought, before making their way back through the labyrinth and heading their separate ways.
{fin!}
“I hope so too Ollie.” He rumbles lightly, softly while he continues to search and seek, steel eyes remaining on the sky at least for a time before Sunjata sits up and Oliver and him continue the rest of the afternoon, finishing what food was left within the basket and finishing off the whiskey the blonde man had brought, before making their way back through the labyrinth and heading their separate ways.
{fin!}
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.
