// maybe we're endless, maybe we're infinite //
It’s the most expansive and comfortable place he could think of – open enough to give Alys’ companion a good space to run around in while simultaneously being private enough that it was comfortable. He reaches up to pluck a cherry blossom from her hair as she squeezes his other hand, guiding the two of them to the table where he’s content to let her seat him wherever would be best for this. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? If you want any changes feel free to think them up and the room should implement it.” He offers to Alys before he sits. He doesn’t know how this whole reading ordeal works, nor does he truly believe in it, fully content to be guided in whatever way made it easier for everyone else.
Of course, it isn’t about them as Ru points out and Alys reiterates, and the Flood simply hums a soft airy chuckle of agreement. “I suppose so. I’ll admit, I don’t know what to expect.” Hearing how it had helped the woman beside him, though, was the sole reason that he’d agreed in the first place. And as Hotaru starts tending to the plates set out, Sunjata focuses on the decks that Alys pulls out – his steel gaze flickering from each one, to up to her, his lightning scarred hand reaching out to flip through each of the decks.
It should come as no surprise when the deck that calls to him is the dark and moody one – a statement not unfamiliar to Sunjata about himself many times over and over again. So he slides that one toward Alys and offers her a small crooked smile, made by the scar bisecting his cheek. “Let’s do this one.” And he waits, uncertain of what comes next, refraining from glancing toward Hotaru as another sign of his uncertainty.
Of course, it isn’t about them as Ru points out and Alys reiterates, and the Flood simply hums a soft airy chuckle of agreement. “I suppose so. I’ll admit, I don’t know what to expect.” Hearing how it had helped the woman beside him, though, was the sole reason that he’d agreed in the first place. And as Hotaru starts tending to the plates set out, Sunjata focuses on the decks that Alys pulls out – his steel gaze flickering from each one, to up to her, his lightning scarred hand reaching out to flip through each of the decks.
It should come as no surprise when the deck that calls to him is the dark and moody one – a statement not unfamiliar to Sunjata about himself many times over and over again. So he slides that one toward Alys and offers her a small crooked smile, made by the scar bisecting his cheek. “Let’s do this one.” And he waits, uncertain of what comes next, refraining from glancing toward Hotaru as another sign of his uncertainty.
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.
