SUNJATA
i am the ocean, i am the sea
He nods with understanding, a small hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s an adjustment.” He admits, reaching up to rub the back of his neck with his hand before it falls back to his side. His head tilts to her as she speaks, listening and understanding to an extent. They had a similar thing there, except he was born on the right side. Born uncommon, born a god, born to be perfected. But he doesn’t elaborate, instead he lets her imagine – he finds it easier that way.She asks if she’s a master tradesman, and his gaze remains ahead of them as if he’s watching where he’s stepping, until she pauses and mentions a fighter sort – that’s probably the easiest answer. He looks over to her with a small shrug. “More of a mercenary.” He admits with a quiet rumble of a chuckle. But before long, she’s grabbing her keys and they’re at the doorstep. He reaches up to brace one had on the door frame as she opens the door – but he remains outside, wanting not to pry, but still perhaps a small amount in her space.
She questions if he’d like something to eat and he chuckles with a roll of his shoulders. “I suppose that’s payment enough.” He adds, stepping up the last step to enter the home should Phoebe let him. “That would be great, Phoebe.” He adds, as if his first statement wasn’t enough of an acceptance for her. “What did you have in mind?”
there is a world inside of me
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.
