SuNjATA
the flood
’Favored Guest?’ He almost repeats, questions brimming in his mind and along his face as the Fae pushes herself off the branch, and he wonders if he’s ever actually met one of the Fae before as he inspects the wings she hovers with. They’re short, though he should have been expecting that, expecting to have to crane his head to respond to her, to actually see her, but she flutters and hovers before him, offering her a smile. “I am.” He responds, accented in amusement as she inspects Haai, the griffin preening under the attention.
“Not everyone has one, no.” He offers a bit easily, before her hand reaches for his jaw, tilting his head here and there — far more outspoken than most when it came to looking at his tattoos (it’s the only thing that makes sense to him, with the way she tilts his head here and there) and he smirks lightly under the inspection while he spots her own adorning her skin. But soon enough, she releases him, questions him to join her, and he’s not entirely sure he can say no since it seems as though she’s been waiting for someone to appear.
With a light chuckle, he shrugs, Haai moving about on his shoulders to spy the Fae some more with a tiny howl before Sunjata focuses on the winged woman before him. “Sure?” There’s a bit of uncertainty in his voice. “Were you just waiting for someone to appear?” He asks with a tilt of his head.
“Not everyone has one, no.” He offers a bit easily, before her hand reaches for his jaw, tilting his head here and there — far more outspoken than most when it came to looking at his tattoos (it’s the only thing that makes sense to him, with the way she tilts his head here and there) and he smirks lightly under the inspection while he spots her own adorning her skin. But soon enough, she releases him, questions him to join her, and he’s not entirely sure he can say no since it seems as though she’s been waiting for someone to appear.
With a light chuckle, he shrugs, Haai moving about on his shoulders to spy the Fae some more with a tiny howl before Sunjata focuses on the winged woman before him. “Sure?” There’s a bit of uncertainty in his voice. “Were you just waiting for someone to appear?” He asks with a tilt of his head.
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.
