SUNJATA
Ever the picture of innocence, Sunjata can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. “Of course.” A wink sent toward her before he sits still, listening as she gestures for him to lean forward, face radiant and vibrant as she goes to tell him her secret. He obliges, leaning in to hover his head a small amount above her neck, to give her the best sort of access to telling a secret that he could.
And what a secret it is.
He tilts back a small amount, still in her space, looking to her with a mischievous gleam to his gaze. “Is that so?” A tilt of his head, amused and curious all the same. “And where, pray tell, is this bedroom of yours?” His voice drops lower, hand reaching up to play with her fiery hair should she let him.
And what a secret it is.
He tilts back a small amount, still in her space, looking to her with a mischievous gleam to his gaze. “Is that so?” A tilt of his head, amused and curious all the same. “And where, pray tell, is this bedroom of yours?” His voice drops lower, hand reaching up to play with her fiery hair should she let him.
i'll never be that me again
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.
