SUNJATA
He watched her with his steel gaze as she grows confused, and for a moment he wonders what it could be for. She glances to the pink dragon, then back to him, and explains why the creature had been incredibly unhelpful. “I think he’s confused as to why you are here still.” She says and his brow raises as he glances to the dragon before she steps into the kitchen. His lips part to speak but he finds himself cut off as Phoebe explains, perhaps a bit awkwardly, and Jata can’t help the bubbled chuckle that leaves him.
He takes the glass and leans back against the counter, eyes scanning her face and the collar that covers the marks he’s left her. “Ah, you thought this would be a one night stand.” He replies at first, moving away from the counter he leans against to fill his glass and take a deep drink before he leans back against it again. “You know, it does make it a bit awkward to do things like that when I know I’ll see you again.” He says simply, crooked smile on his lips as his arrogance returns.
“I can’t lie and say I didn’t do that back home, but it was a wider place with far more to do. Here? It’s rather small and a bit drab. And I like you, so why not see how it plays out?” He replies, raising his glass to his lips again and sipping, eyes lingering on her for her response. He’s not looking for anything official at the moment, but perhaps it might bloom into something? Time would tell. He moves from his spot in the kitchen to stand in her space, head tilting down toward hers. “Unless you’d rather me go? I thought we had a lot of fun last night.” He hums to her, crooked smirk on his lips.
He takes the glass and leans back against the counter, eyes scanning her face and the collar that covers the marks he’s left her. “Ah, you thought this would be a one night stand.” He replies at first, moving away from the counter he leans against to fill his glass and take a deep drink before he leans back against it again. “You know, it does make it a bit awkward to do things like that when I know I’ll see you again.” He says simply, crooked smile on his lips as his arrogance returns.
“I can’t lie and say I didn’t do that back home, but it was a wider place with far more to do. Here? It’s rather small and a bit drab. And I like you, so why not see how it plays out?” He replies, raising his glass to his lips again and sipping, eyes lingering on her for her response. He’s not looking for anything official at the moment, but perhaps it might bloom into something? Time would tell. He moves from his spot in the kitchen to stand in her space, head tilting down toward hers. “Unless you’d rather me go? I thought we had a lot of fun last night.” He hums to her, crooked smirk on his lips.
fight it
take the pain
ignite it
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.
