SUNJATA
She giggles, and for a moment he tries to look at her. She says it’s not correct before burying her face into his shoulder, and his brow raises in a small amount of surprise. His hand continues to trace along her back and hair in soft circles until he hears what she says and his hand stills, and he sucks in a breath that makes him cough in surprise. “What?” The shock that laces through him makes him tense and he tries to pull away from her to look at her face and see if she’s lying.
Which thank the gods she is, when she snickers and giggles and his face is full of confusion and perhaps a small amount of wariness. “Gods” He says exasperated before chuckling light at it. “Still young, but gods.” He doesn’t know what to say, other than to bite on his lower lip in the surprise and sudden relaxing to his body that’s on edge as the news hits him. Eighteen isn’t so bad, fifteen on the other hand? That’s basically a child. “I was actually scared.” He tells her with a light chuckle.
Which thank the gods she is, when she snickers and giggles and his face is full of confusion and perhaps a small amount of wariness. “Gods” He says exasperated before chuckling light at it. “Still young, but gods.” He doesn’t know what to say, other than to bite on his lower lip in the surprise and sudden relaxing to his body that’s on edge as the news hits him. Eighteen isn’t so bad, fifteen on the other hand? That’s basically a child. “I was actually scared.” He tells her with a light chuckle.
boy with gunsmoke
for breath, boy with
rebellion in your bones
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.
