SUNJATA
He breathes contently, eyes closed as he listens to her and his head faces then ceiling. A small smile plays at the corners of his lips as she responds and he listens to her, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Anytime.” He responds, a drawl to his voice but it’s clear he’s tired (but also that he means it). It’s been an eventful day after all. But with her resting on his chest, he finds it comforting, normal, like he could open his eyes and find himself back home where things were dangerous and fun and normal.But her next question as he traces on her back takes him by surprise, and a louder laugh escapes his lips as his steel eyes open and he glances down to her. “A snow—what, now?” He asks her, a brow raised. His home having been a place where it never snowed, the term hidden in his mind from what it could mean. Let alone what a man made out of it would look like. And he couldn’t even guesstimate it with the circles he’s drawn poorly on her back.
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.
