SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
The parasol goes flying down the alley of Haulani, but Sunjata doesn’t notice where it stops. All he can do is focus on ensuring the woman is okay. Luckily for Isla (though Sunjata doesn’t know this at present), the sun has dipped below the horizon and washed the city in purples and blues of the dimmed sunset. “I should’ve watched where I was going.” He rumbles, agreement with her on how they both hadn’t been paying attention. Still, he flashes her a softer smile as she appears okay, Sunjata grasping onto the box on his hands as he hears her question.
“Ah, that I do know the way to.” He offers with an easier grin, stepping out slowly at first to ensure she’s following, before he’s guiding her the way to the clinic. “Interested in the clinic itself or the Wren Society?” He asks, tilting his head back her way with a raise of his brow, completely forgetting that they haven’t introduced themselves yet — too focused on ensuring the other was alright.
“Ah, that I do know the way to.” He offers with an easier grin, stepping out slowly at first to ensure she’s following, before he’s guiding her the way to the clinic. “Interested in the clinic itself or the Wren Society?” He asks, tilting his head back her way with a raise of his brow, completely forgetting that they haven’t introduced themselves yet — too focused on ensuring the other was alright.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
