SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
She seems reluctant in a sense, the way she pauses before it and offers something close to a curt nod. Which… Fine, fair enough, honestly. So he offers his own little short nod in response to the comment of a deal, waiting for the ‘but’ and the terms that await. And they certainly do show up. He mulls it over, thoughtfully, wondering when exactly he’d be able to get it or how to find her, but he supposes it shouldn’t be too hard.
“Deal.” He repeats, a tilt of his head. “How do I reach out to you for the trade?” A raise of his dark brow – because she’d certainly not given her name already despite the fact that she knew who he was, and without it there was only so much he could do when it came to sending a note to the ‘fae that met him in Torchline’.
“Deal.” He repeats, a tilt of his head. “How do I reach out to you for the trade?” A raise of his dark brow – because she’d certainly not given her name already despite the fact that she knew who he was, and without it there was only so much he could do when it came to sending a note to the ‘fae that met him in Torchline’.
you gave all that sweat and blood,
now you think you're gonna drown
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.
