SuNjATA
the flood
He hears her pause, steel eyes slipping upward to look at her and see what part she doesn’t understand. And when she starts to think of the egg as something like a chicken’s egg, he shakes his head, eyes growing wide a fraction before a surprisingly boyish smile crosses his face. “No… Not like that.” He explains, turning slightly to a fresh patch of dirt. “But it’s like an egg, incredibly small and with like… a soft shell I guess.” He stumbles, first full time he staggers over his words.
He can’t help the snort at the comment of the man’s seed, face flushing further with the insanity of it all. “Likewise… the liquid I guess as you so elegantly put it, has lots of ‘seeds’ in it.” He explains, looking up to Phoebe.
He can’t help the snort at the comment of the man’s seed, face flushing further with the insanity of it all. “Likewise… the liquid I guess as you so elegantly put it, has lots of ‘seeds’ in it.” He explains, looking up to Phoebe.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
