SUNJATA
the flood
i'll use you as a warning sign
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
“Waiting?” Sunjata repeats, uncertainty lingering in his mind but not his body, not as his hands flex wanting to reach the edge of the basin just to see. A pause has a kiss pressed to Nate’s cheek, his other hand lifting to rest on the edge of the bowl. And then Nate’s hand is there as well, meeting the other side in a perfect circle, almost as if they could channel something into it.
His breath holds, heart thundering, taking Nate’s words to heart as the worry sinks in, fingers running along the edge of the basin in the center.
And with baited breath… Absolutely nothing happens.
He puffs out a sigh, a laugh of relief and surprise, turning to Nate then. “I’ve got nothing.” He murmurs by means of feelings, shifting his attention entirely to Nate, letting go of the bowl to turn toward his husband. “Do you feel anything?”
His breath holds, heart thundering, taking Nate’s words to heart as the worry sinks in, fingers running along the edge of the basin in the center.
And with baited breath… Absolutely nothing happens.
He puffs out a sigh, a laugh of relief and surprise, turning to Nate then. “I’ve got nothing.” He murmurs by means of feelings, shifting his attention entirely to Nate, letting go of the bowl to turn toward his husband. “Do you feel anything?”
and i'll use you as a focal point
so i don't lose sight of what i want
so i don't lose sight of what i want
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.
