SUNJATA
“What’s there to know?” He teases her with a smirk before playfully rolling his eyes. “They never taught you how to swim but apparently made you a career when you weren’t even old enough to tie your shoes?” He hums with a wink before laughing at her response to their last leader. He shrugs. “I don’t know, I never saw him.” He snorts.
But he pulls her over onto him and she rests her head on her hands as she looks to him, and he wraps his arms right around her to keep her stable. “You’re right, it is!” He replies with another soft laugh. “A lot can happen in six years.” He amends with a soft smile. “But six years compared to eighty? Gods.” He chuckles.
But he pulls her over onto him and she rests her head on her hands as she looks to him, and he wraps his arms right around her to keep her stable. “You’re right, it is!” He replies with another soft laugh. “A lot can happen in six years.” He amends with a soft smile. “But six years compared to eighty? Gods.” He chuckles.
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.
