SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
Sam leans in, and Sunjata remains in place, as coy as a cat as Sam’s gaze drifts behind the bar and Sunjata’s lips curl into a smirk at the comment. “Hmm.” He says, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he regards Sam and the attempt to flirt, to lick his lips, to show off those fangs that Sunjata can distinctly recall every moment they’d been buried into his skin.
But something about doing it with Sam didn’t seem right, didn’t peg him as his idea of a good time, but that doesn’t mean that the Ascended shouldn’t get something out of it. So he leans forward a bit more, aiming to grip Sam by his jaw to get the focus on him, steel eyes bright and sharp and predatory as he searches the Ascended’s gaze, pulling the man a small amount closer should he let him to where they could share breaths if Sam took an inhale, where lips might press if Sam presses back against his hold.
“I’m afraid you’re not my type even with the teeth and working parts.” It’s a sultry purr, and he offers a quietly honest smile to that, releasing his hold on Sam to lean back a bit more. “I’ll keep it in mind though. Your drinks are on the house, Samuel, for the effort in asking.” A playful wink sent his way, voice low enough to be heard by only him.
But something about doing it with Sam didn’t seem right, didn’t peg him as his idea of a good time, but that doesn’t mean that the Ascended shouldn’t get something out of it. So he leans forward a bit more, aiming to grip Sam by his jaw to get the focus on him, steel eyes bright and sharp and predatory as he searches the Ascended’s gaze, pulling the man a small amount closer should he let him to where they could share breaths if Sam took an inhale, where lips might press if Sam presses back against his hold.
“I’m afraid you’re not my type even with the teeth and working parts.” It’s a sultry purr, and he offers a quietly honest smile to that, releasing his hold on Sam to lean back a bit more. “I’ll keep it in mind though. Your drinks are on the house, Samuel, for the effort in asking.” A playful wink sent his way, voice low enough to be heard by only him.
you shut your eyes to pain
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
