SUNJATA
i'm the lights out, i'm the guard down
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
the bated breath you take, you take and hold
Honestly, the talk of Safrin is a bit surprising, and his gaze narrows a fraction as he shakes his head. “No, she’s punished me in more creative ways than this.” He says equally as dry, heaving a quiet sigh that for once doesn't cloud in front of his face, not as the fire offers a decent amount of heat around it. He shifts his weight a fraction, favoring his left side as he always did in situations that were particularly uncomfortable.
Dark brows rise when she mentions he could move to see the fire, as if he’s trapping her here, and there’s a small laugh that leaves him. “I’m not that big, Phoebe.” He mutters, angling himself sideways so that she might be able to slip past him, seeing as she thought she couldn’t before and he doesn’t particularly want to stick around her as much as she doesn’t want to stick around him.
Dark brows rise when she mentions he could move to see the fire, as if he’s trapping her here, and there’s a small laugh that leaves him. “I’m not that big, Phoebe.” He mutters, angling himself sideways so that she might be able to slip past him, seeing as she thought she couldn’t before and he doesn’t particularly want to stick around her as much as she doesn’t want to stick around him.
i'm the shade of doubt, i'm the mask and shroud
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
i'm the burning out, i'm the lie you tell, the lie you tell yourself
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.
