SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He turns to her once he’s turned the water on, watching for a moment in silence as she finally gets the tunic off, and he frowns slightly at the bruising and blood that’s clung to her. But he doesn’t stand still for long, kneeling before her again where she sits, he lets his gaze flicker over her pale skin, bruising of a different type coloring her skin. She tangled herself within the shirt and he reaches forward to try and help her, try to keep her from moving as much as possible and touching any of the bruises.
“You overdid it?” He asks quietly, though there’s some clear hoarseness to his voice — wondering what it was she was doing anyway. “What were you doing?” He finally asks, hoping that he’s gotten her free from her shirt to better evaluate the damage, how he could try to hold her without hurting her — seemed impossible at this moment.
His gaze flits to her almost expectantly, dark brow lifting in question — gaze reflecting some sort of deep fear.
“You overdid it?” He asks quietly, though there’s some clear hoarseness to his voice — wondering what it was she was doing anyway. “What were you doing?” He finally asks, hoping that he’s gotten her free from her shirt to better evaluate the damage, how he could try to hold her without hurting her — seemed impossible at this moment.
His gaze flits to her almost expectantly, dark brow lifting in question — gaze reflecting some sort of deep fear.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
