SUNJATA
For a moment, while he speaks, he wonders if he looks hard enough at her he might see the gears in her head moving. He’s confused her, and it’s plain as day on her face while he talks and he moves closer to her, her lips pursed in a frown of being lost in the conversation and the things he’s saying. He can’t help the light chuckle that leaves his lips, waiting for her response.
She’d either tell him to stay or go, but the question that leaves her lips makes his brow raise a smidge further as he looks down to her. That crooked grin making another appearance as he leans down to her ear. “I like you.” He reiterates before pulling away from her with a wink and withdraws fully to place his glass in the sink. “But if you don’t like me, then I can gather my things and go. Savor the lemon tarts later and lick my wounds in private.” He hums thoughtfully, eyes slipping from the sink to her with an arrogant smirk.
There’s a part of him that thinks she’ll backpedal hard, the play at the wounded ego. He’s not sure what’s changed, after all, she had been the one to come seek him out before (returning his shirt was beside the point, he thinks she just wanted to see him). And now she’s shocked he remains in her kitchen.
She’d either tell him to stay or go, but the question that leaves her lips makes his brow raise a smidge further as he looks down to her. That crooked grin making another appearance as he leans down to her ear. “I like you.” He reiterates before pulling away from her with a wink and withdraws fully to place his glass in the sink. “But if you don’t like me, then I can gather my things and go. Savor the lemon tarts later and lick my wounds in private.” He hums thoughtfully, eyes slipping from the sink to her with an arrogant smirk.
There’s a part of him that thinks she’ll backpedal hard, the play at the wounded ego. He’s not sure what’s changed, after all, she had been the one to come seek him out before (returning his shirt was beside the point, he thinks she just wanted to see him). And now she’s shocked he remains in her kitchen.
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.
