SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
He glances to her as she wipes her eyes and he sighs quietly to himself, hands unclenching and relaxing as his heartbeat slows from the panicked state it had been before. He barely registers her approach as his mind thunders and cycles through all the possible outcomes. And when her hand slides into his, his fingers twitch as though he nearly flinches. His eyes slide over to her, a kind of glaze in them that almost seems like hes recalling memories and the terrible, horrible things of his home. She tells him she’s sorry.And she tells him he scared her.
He turns to her then, dropping her hand to embrace her if she lets him. “I’m sorry I yelled.” He tells her, even though he’s still trying to figure out how loud he really has been. “I also didn’t mean to frighten you.” His voice is a rumble as he aims to brush her blond hair over her ear. “Please don’t... Don’t scare me again.”
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.
