SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Confirmation. That’s exactly what he needs. It helps alleviate that swirling in his gut, helps him realize that everything he’s done in Torchline after the attack would’ve never come up with anything if the Fae that attacked Nate had simply fucked off to the Greatwood again. He takes a deep inhale, a target sitting within the back of his mind to contemplate later on. Definitely not now, because they’re this close — the daggers are sparking and sizzling, magic imbued into the blades and an itch that has his jaw clenching against it as his head tilts toward the arm effected.
And he watches as the swirls or waves appear, the starry galaxy within them coming to life, matching the one on his other arm he hadn’t quite gotten finished yet. Of course, the marvel of it has his arm lifting a bit to turn and inspect the ink, how much deeper it appears, how much more… Magical it appears. All the anxieties and thoughts within him swirling away into nothing as soon as the daggers are back in his hands, weighted perfectly for him and comfortable, warm and heavy enough with the power therein.
His steel gaze finds her face again. “Thank you.” He breathes again, unable to keep from thanking her for, well, everything nowadays. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything you’d like?” He asks, head tilting a small amount to the side, wondering if there’s anything else she might have him do for her before the wedding come Longheat. A small part of him wonders if she’ll decide to show as well.
And he watches as the swirls or waves appear, the starry galaxy within them coming to life, matching the one on his other arm he hadn’t quite gotten finished yet. Of course, the marvel of it has his arm lifting a bit to turn and inspect the ink, how much deeper it appears, how much more… Magical it appears. All the anxieties and thoughts within him swirling away into nothing as soon as the daggers are back in his hands, weighted perfectly for him and comfortable, warm and heavy enough with the power therein.
His steel gaze finds her face again. “Thank you.” He breathes again, unable to keep from thanking her for, well, everything nowadays. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything you’d like?” He asks, head tilting a small amount to the side, wondering if there’s anything else she might have him do for her before the wedding come Longheat. A small part of him wonders if she’ll decide to show as well.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
