heathen’s kiss

SUNJATA

i am the ocean, i am the sea

She seems to stumble a bit after being caught, and all Jata can do is watch her with that roguish, crooked smile of his that he knew all the ladies loved (he’s arrogant), but the smile suddenly falls as something pink and distinctly like a dragon reaches the water. He pops up again to view him, a brow raised as he finds purchase on the floor of the Oasis and stands a bit, the water running off his shoulders, down his chest and along his arms. The water reaches a few inches below his collarbone, but there’s scars that are seen there, as well as the black hue of tattoos. He wants to ask how she’s found a dragon of all things, but it’s lost on him as she speaks further and more questions come to mind.

His brows furrow and there’s an actual surprised glimmer to his steel eyes. He doesn’t know a single person who can’t swim, and the thought surprises him to the point he doesn’t quite know what to say. “You… Can’t swim?” His head tilts. “Why’s that?” Perhaps it’s a bit personal, but Sunjata hasn’t really had a good judgement on what is considered too much. His head tilts and he regards the dragon again before his eyes land on Phoebe once more. “Nobody thought to teach a beautiful girl like yourself to swim?” He adds, his flirtation getting the best of him. “I’m shocked.” He says with his smile returning, though questions still dance in his eyes.

there is a world inside of me