SUNJATA
Oh and catch up, he did. His eyes scanned over the person and when it registered his brows raised with alarm. “Shit!” He curses under his breath, arms too slow to catch her as she falls. But he’s there, as well as the dragon, as he tries to give her an awkward smile and a strong arm to help her lift herself off the ground. She speaks to the dragon first, understandably, and then she looks up to him and his surprises face. ‘Sunny?’ She questions and his eyes narrow a fraction, an unnoticeable amount as he offers a wider smile, to cover his mistake.“Phoebe, I didn’t see you. I’m sorry.” He offers, steel gaze looking her over to make sure she’s mostly okay until she stands. His eyes instinctively go to the shirt in her clutches and he chuckles softly. “I wasn’t, uh, expecting you to have that back to me so fast.” He says unhelpfully.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
