SuNjATA
the flood
There’s a slight sound of movement, when he opens the cover to the first book, and he pauses just briefly. He’s not sure why he expected to be alone, but there’s a part of him that enjoyed the solitude when it came to libraries. But it didn’t matter that much, wasn’t like they were going to come and sit with him after all. But curiosity gets the best of him, steel eyes lifting to see who passes the row of books.
And then he sees her, a muscle feathering in his jaw as he quickly pushes the book away and shifts into navy feathers — praying to Safrin that she hasn’t seen him, before settling stop one of the bookshelves, pressing himself into the shadows. It’s the least he can do, after all, and yet all his things still stay on the couch. Furs and jackets that are very much his, the scent of cigarette smoke and a small amount of alcohol added to the mix.
And then he sees her, a muscle feathering in his jaw as he quickly pushes the book away and shifts into navy feathers — praying to Safrin that she hasn’t seen him, before settling stop one of the bookshelves, pressing himself into the shadows. It’s the least he can do, after all, and yet all his things still stay on the couch. Furs and jackets that are very much his, the scent of cigarette smoke and a small amount of alcohol added to the mix.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
