SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
“Oh, he certainly does.” Sunjata agrees easily, a hum of amusement leaving him as he focuses on her and the comments, until she brings up Seren and the whole idea of him being her best friend, mermaid, and pirate. And he snorts lightly at the declaration that Weaver gives him. “Mhm.” He rumbles, as if he were aware, but it sounded different coming from Weaver than from young little Seren. “I think I was the first person she met aside from her father.” He explains, nose wrinkling slightly as he tries to recall.
But then her hand reaches out to trace the membrane and he shudders, shifting it away as she withdraws her hand and he offers her his feathers on a silver plate, a shawl, a blanket without needing one between the way she soaks up his heat. His voice grows tougher and she tells him she’s not as mean as that, a small half smirk crossing his face as he scans her face, searching for the lie within it. “Sure.” He hums to her, flashing her a wink with that same amused smirk.
But she takes some of the feathers anyway, like a dragon to stuff away into her hoard, and he lets her. The feathers are easily picked, flexing a bit with the sensation of her hands nearby, and he nestled into the pillow a bit more — neck flushed beneath the scars and tattoos, listening to her speak. The purr to her voice is absolutely noticed, and his hand moves from her side to learn her hair, aiming to pull the long dark hair from her face to run his fingers through, keeping that blanket of feathers over her. “Something good?” He asks quietly, running that forked tongue of his along his lower lip.
“I got you to stay with me.” He teases her lightly, a wink sent her way once more before he settles and tries to pull her a bit closer against him. “So I guess the good thing is I won’t have to wonder if I find you in a ditch, frozen solid in the morning.” He tilts his head back to look at her with all of that roguish charm and amusement. “Your turn.”
But then her hand reaches out to trace the membrane and he shudders, shifting it away as she withdraws her hand and he offers her his feathers on a silver plate, a shawl, a blanket without needing one between the way she soaks up his heat. His voice grows tougher and she tells him she’s not as mean as that, a small half smirk crossing his face as he scans her face, searching for the lie within it. “Sure.” He hums to her, flashing her a wink with that same amused smirk.
But she takes some of the feathers anyway, like a dragon to stuff away into her hoard, and he lets her. The feathers are easily picked, flexing a bit with the sensation of her hands nearby, and he nestled into the pillow a bit more — neck flushed beneath the scars and tattoos, listening to her speak. The purr to her voice is absolutely noticed, and his hand moves from her side to learn her hair, aiming to pull the long dark hair from her face to run his fingers through, keeping that blanket of feathers over her. “Something good?” He asks quietly, running that forked tongue of his along his lower lip.
“I got you to stay with me.” He teases her lightly, a wink sent her way once more before he settles and tries to pull her a bit closer against him. “So I guess the good thing is I won’t have to wonder if I find you in a ditch, frozen solid in the morning.” He tilts his head back to look at her with all of that roguish charm and amusement. “Your turn.”
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
