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
His head cocks as she takes a few steps back from the catapult, steel eyes scanning her before he steps toward it himself, hand hovering above the little lever – wondering if she’d lost her fucking mind. Why else would someone actively volunteer to be hit by the catapult? But she explains, and he barks a laugh as the understanding hits him, huffing a sigh at the tail end as he rubs his temple and runs that hand through his hair. “Ah,” he pauses, just about to pull the lever when she tells him that she’ll show him.
He doesn’t expect it to be like a diamond, though, glittering and bright and hopefully protective enough to keep her from harm. “Alright, lets see.” Aiming the catapult to where it’ll launch the sandbag directly dead center of her, he pulls the lever and squints with one eye to wait for it to land.
He doesn’t expect it to be like a diamond, though, glittering and bright and hopefully protective enough to keep her from harm. “Alright, lets see.” Aiming the catapult to where it’ll launch the sandbag directly dead center of her, he pulls the lever and squints with one eye to wait for it to land.
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.
