SUNJATA
It intrigued him that she hasn’t thought she was the one he referred to. But it didn’t change the mask he wore when he looked at her. Instead, he hums “mhmm” to her before he shifts his position and lets both arms block her — though clearly still able to let her out if she wanted to. But part of him wanted to see her squirm under his gaze, to watch as she doesn’t know how to respond to him. And oh, that’s how it goes. She clutches the mug and her cheeks turn red, and his smirk remains. But she grows quiet, and for a moment he’s confused. Exhaling slowly, he lets his eyes dip to her lips then back to her eyes, a brow raised suggestively. Sure, he might have more experience, but for all he knows of Phoebe so far, he has no expectations from her. And as of her profession, he’s imagined she might have a bit more experience with the fun part of it all. Still, he withdraws slightly, both brows lifting to look at her perhaps a bit concerned. “Phoebe, I can stop if you’re uncomfortable.” He says, removing his arm from the other side of her, giving her a bit of space. Her quick change from fire to near silence sending red flags in his mind, despite the wanting.
It doesn’t help much that his eyes still linger, still smolder like a steel flame, but there’s a spark of concern within them.
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.
