i'll put all my pieces back together where they belong, and i'll say
A crowd indeed gathers, and with it the smoke curls further and further, closer and closer, and among the red hazy smoke he can spot the fiery hair of Melita as she approaches. A question sent his way he doesn’t exactly know how to answer, but he still offers an arm to her to pull her close, if only momentarily. Oliver approaches him soon after with the same question, and he hasn’t quite figured out how to answer it still, and so all he can offer is a rise and fall of his shoulders. “Not sure.” A short clipped response to the both of them because he really doesn’t want to be here, and yet he still is.
For some reason.
But the smoke envelops and he starts to panic slightly, shifting to his panther form and curling himself around Melita’s legs, fur rising along his spine as the genie appears and the smoke stops. The question is something a bit surprising, and Sunjata tries his best to keep his ears from pinning too tightly as he remains pushed against Melita, leaning on her, anxious and worried and stressed beyond his imagination. A wish for me. He tries to send to the genie, tail flicking back and forth above the snow in his uncertainty.
Maybe it makes him selfish, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone had said that of him.
Ask the genie for a wish!
For some reason.
But the smoke envelops and he starts to panic slightly, shifting to his panther form and curling himself around Melita’s legs, fur rising along his spine as the genie appears and the smoke stops. The question is something a bit surprising, and Sunjata tries his best to keep his ears from pinning too tightly as he remains pushed against Melita, leaning on her, anxious and worried and stressed beyond his imagination. A wish for me. He tries to send to the genie, tail flicking back and forth above the snow in his uncertainty.
Maybe it makes him selfish, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone had said that of him.
Ask the genie for a wish!
god, i'm a mess
SuNJATA
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.
