SUNJATA
i am the ocean, i am the sea
He explains easily, eyes watchful as Phoebe stands and begins to grab the plates. He forgoes his fork in lieu of listening to her response, eyes focusing on the table briefly before he glances about the clinic and kitchen again while she cleans. But when she speaks of being common, he nods in understanding. “I helped a lot of the commoners.” He adds, eyes drifting from the room around them to her while she smiles to him. “If you’re a god and you rebel, you get your head cut off.” He replies rather darkly before shaking his head, exhaling slightly before looking back up at her as she speaks of her family.A small family of that size has Jata’s brow lifting slightly, but he nods in understanding – listing the name Remi in the back of his mind for a later date. If he plans on sticking around her, he at least needs to not arise suspicion with him of all people. Luckily for him, the Devil’s Advocates have been mostly underground with their work, hidden away, and his face never seen within it. He sits up a bit more fully as Phoebe brings over the containers, and he gives her a wide grin and quiet chuckle of a breathless laugh. “How considerate.” He says, placing the containers on the table before him, before he stands to look down at her with a softness to his smoldering gaze.
“I’d hazard to say you’ve made a name for yourself here, so you’re already doing better than most.” His voice is soft, quiet, as he searches for her honey brown eyes. “And this Remi, should he be someone I meet to ask permission about giving you swimming lessons? If we spend more time together, I'd rather not have him upset by it.” He tilts his head to the side, wondering if Remi is the type of man to react like a father – wondering if she’s so traditional that he has to meet her brother before a rendezvous. It's a slip in his nature, a slip in his traditions - you always asked the man of the house to spend time with the girl, unless of course, you rebelled.
But she spoke so fondly of him, he can't help but to think she's not that type. At least not yet. And so he waits, to see what kind of reaction it gathers, while his eyes simmer in anticipation.
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.
