first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
He goes for her again, distracting and entertained, a light to his gaze at how it started off tentative and progressed into the actual spar, the bruises they’d share tomorrow. He can feel the force behind his attack, feel as it digs into the space above her hip. “We’ll have matching bruises at least.” He tips her a wink, breathless, before whirling a small amount as she recovers.
He thinks nothing of the pain, really. These are wooden blades, and bruises were to be expected. It was his dance, the one he leads, and he’s there to teach her. In Sunjata’s experience, there wasn’t a good lesson if it didn’t involve some form of bruising or blood.
He faces her as she approaches, hand gripping around the handle of the fake dagger, amusement lingering in his face as she wearily approaches, wondering if he’s tired her out or not. But she attacks regardless, and he tries to block her by leaning a small amount away from his right side. But she continues anyway, going up for the space under his ribs, and he can feel it press against the muscle, rocking back against his ribs as he aims his own into the middle of her back where a blade might slip between vertebrae and shoulder blades. He exhales a panting breath, a grin on his face, and with his freehand he tries to lift her chin to meet his gaze, shadows hidden with how pleased he is with what she’s learned. “Very good, Maea.”
He thinks nothing of the pain, really. These are wooden blades, and bruises were to be expected. It was his dance, the one he leads, and he’s there to teach her. In Sunjata’s experience, there wasn’t a good lesson if it didn’t involve some form of bruising or blood.
He faces her as she approaches, hand gripping around the handle of the fake dagger, amusement lingering in his face as she wearily approaches, wondering if he’s tired her out or not. But she attacks regardless, and he tries to block her by leaning a small amount away from his right side. But she continues anyway, going up for the space under his ribs, and he can feel it press against the muscle, rocking back against his ribs as he aims his own into the middle of her back where a blade might slip between vertebrae and shoulder blades. He exhales a panting breath, a grin on his face, and with his freehand he tries to lift her chin to meet his gaze, shadows hidden with how pleased he is with what she’s learned. “Very good, Maea.”
up high, but i stay low
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.
