SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
She finds him, arriving and leaning closer to offer a hug, one that he gives back even if it’s short and quick, softer given the effect Remi’s borrowed starbolts had on the rest of his body, not just the lullaby’s gift to his throat. So when she says she heard, he nods, until she mentions he’s more important than the relic. He understands, but at the same time he certainly wanted to get it, and something about that blows harder to his mental state than being captured and waking up in the Stormbreak prison. “I wan—”ted it. He starts to say before his voice gives out, becoming nothing more than a mouthed whisper at the end, head turning away from Isla as frustration peaks again and he works his jaw.
The question has him debating between everything, eventually deciding to lean forward from where his back presses against the seat, to shrug out of the shirt that kept him mostly hidden from view for any who stepped into the VlamVloed. He balls it up and sets it beside him, sitting up more fully and closer to Isla, gaze finding the table as he waits for her cool fingers to inspect his torso.
The question has him debating between everything, eventually deciding to lean forward from where his back presses against the seat, to shrug out of the shirt that kept him mostly hidden from view for any who stepped into the VlamVloed. He balls it up and sets it beside him, sitting up more fully and closer to Isla, gaze finding the table as he waits for her cool fingers to inspect his torso.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
