SUNJATA
His brow lifts when she responds and he huffs a sigh reminiscent of dramatics as he shakes his head. “No, no. I’m not sure if it’ll work?” His eyes slide over to her. “She doesn’t know how to swim. How dreadful.” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, as his eyes linger on her and his mouth quirks in a smirk. But she tempts him, and he leans forward and she doesn’t stray, doesn’t try to slide away from his touch, and his eyes simmer further as he meets her own, her head tilting up to meet his gaze. And her words? He smirks to her.But she stifles a giggle and he can’t help but to tilt his head slightly. His smirk growing a bit more wolffish than he intends as he moves one arm to the other side of her on the chair and he leans closer. “Ah but this isn’t a dangerous fate, Phoebe.” His voice is a whisper, but it hums with something else beneath. “A playful one, but not dangerous. No monsters, no threats, no fear...” He winks to her, his head tilting again as he edges a small amount closer, his nose just inches from her own. He almost gives it up then, but he doesn’t. The fun for him is in the waiting. “Do you want to?” His voice is deeper and tougher as he whispers it to her, his lips curling in a smirk.
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.
