SUNJATA
the flood
“Mmm. Me too.” He agrees, maybe a tad slowly, but it’s not reflected in the slow curl of his lip in a half smirk, the fangs hidden within. But he explains Nate, their relationship, how well it was working while he idly spins his wedding ring on his finger, a circlet of stars and a crescent moon in the center as his steel gaze lifts to meet hers again.
Smiling a bit wider at her chuckle, he rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. “It is nice.” He pauses to take another sip of the alcohol, to sigh through the burn in his throat. “It’s nice not having to explain why I do things a certain way.” Why he has to. Nate just gets it, understands, their pasts too similar for the Ascended to simply not get it. “What about you? Got your sights on anyone?” A casual raise of his brow is given toward her.
Smiling a bit wider at her chuckle, he rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. “It is nice.” He pauses to take another sip of the alcohol, to sigh through the burn in his throat. “It’s nice not having to explain why I do things a certain way.” Why he has to. Nate just gets it, understands, their pasts too similar for the Ascended to simply not get it. “What about you? Got your sights on anyone?” A casual raise of his brow is given toward her.
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
