SUNJATA
He finds it humorous, joking easily with her. But then she doesn’t take it as one and he immediately pauses, his laughter ceasing and brows raising in surprise at the quiet venom that settles on her tongue. “Babe, it was a joke.” He explains, loosening his grip for a moment as she squirms.
She looks away from him and his brows then furrow with the surprise that laces through him, and he lets her go to slide off him if she wishes. “I didn’t mean any of it.” His voice is quieter, almost as though he’s trying to calm her to see the reason. They had been joking, poking fun at it all, and suddenly it wasn’t okay. He figures it must be the blight to cause such a thing. He reaches out to touch her cheek softly, confusion burrowing itself into his steel gaze.
She looks away from him and his brows then furrow with the surprise that laces through him, and he lets her go to slide off him if she wishes. “I didn’t mean any of it.” His voice is quieter, almost as though he’s trying to calm her to see the reason. They had been joking, poking fun at it all, and suddenly it wasn’t okay. He figures it must be the blight to cause such a thing. He reaches out to touch her cheek softly, confusion burrowing itself into his steel gaze.
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.
