SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
He’d stay there for as long as she needs to catch her breath, to make it so the burning in her throat is bearable, to make it so she doesn’t think she’s drowning every second or two. Her huff, though, brings about a small hum of agreement from Sunjata. “It certainly wasn’t.” He agrees quietly, perhaps a bit remorseful. “It must have been a lingering thing from the change… It just hadn’t left fully yet.” He debates, unsure what had caused it but the more he tries it, the more it feels impossibly far away.
She steps a fraction away from him but still remains attached and his arms drop around her easily, keeping her close in case she tries to drift too far, ensuring that he has a proper hold before he starts getting them back toward the beach where the sand is underfoot and steady ground can offer her some respite. “Come on, you won’t drown.” He huffs, playfully offended. “I'm still here.”
It's an idle chat while they head up the beach back toward the public, a space to get her warmed up and comfortable.
- FIN <3
She steps a fraction away from him but still remains attached and his arms drop around her easily, keeping her close in case she tries to drift too far, ensuring that he has a proper hold before he starts getting them back toward the beach where the sand is underfoot and steady ground can offer her some respite. “Come on, you won’t drown.” He huffs, playfully offended. “I'm still here.”
It's an idle chat while they head up the beach back toward the public, a space to get her warmed up and comfortable.
- FIN <3
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
