// the killer in me is the killer in you, my love, i send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
Enzo and Flora, names that Sunjata inadvertently commits to memory more so in an effort to avoid any other wrath from Remi rather than anything from Hotaru. “He’s all grown up now isn’t he?” The Flood asks, choosing for idle conversation because it does exactly as she’s suggested – keeps them out of their heads too long. As for the twins of his own, the joy that sparks on her face is reflective, a soft almost embarrassed smile crossing his own, twisting the scarred lip of his in a soft smile. “Not that long. Nate and I rescued them a couple of seasons ago. A daemon attack in King’s End killed their parents.” He says as his smile falters. “Amadeus and Romeo are their names.” And they were terrible little hellion toddlers that Sunjata found perfectly them despite how they’d come into the two demigods lives.
He beelines for the well, however, shuffling his own bag to pull out an empty container to fill with water despite having the magic to dunk the deity in a whole swimming pool’s worth of water. Perhaps he’ll combine both of them anyway, and he dips the container in to fill it up to the brim, before he withdraws to give her space. “Mythical, huh? Is that what keeps everyone in the Greatwood looking young and fresh?” He asks, raising a brow toward her as the soft smile remains. “I’ve got my magic, too, aside from this water.” Perhaps being a demigod of Frey might have some resonance in the magic the deity had gifted him with.
He beelines for the well, however, shuffling his own bag to pull out an empty container to fill with water despite having the magic to dunk the deity in a whole swimming pool’s worth of water. Perhaps he’ll combine both of them anyway, and he dips the container in to fill it up to the brim, before he withdraws to give her space. “Mythical, huh? Is that what keeps everyone in the Greatwood looking young and fresh?” He asks, raising a brow toward her as the soft smile remains. “I’ve got my magic, too, aside from this water.” Perhaps being a demigod of Frey might have some resonance in the magic the deity had gifted him with.
to wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone
SUNJATA
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.
