SUNJATA
Adams words almost fall on deaf ears. Because he’s tried to avoid her, tried to numerous times and only reverted back in her orbit — and part of him hates her for that alone, for the little piece she’d left inside of him that somehow makes him always find a way back. It’s terrible, it’s scornful, and he wishes with everything he can to pluck that piece from him and toss it away. But he couldn’t before, still can’t. And so he only shrugs to Adam with a small sigh. “I wish I could.” He offers, before nodding to the man as he departs in the means of scouting for food.
He doesn’t expect to see Hotaru next, though, and she almost appears on a warpath aimed straight for him. A hurricane, parting the crowd as his gaze focuses on her — shuddering slightly beneath the gaze of her bi-toned eyes. She looks down on him, and he can feel it with the way she stands, the stance she takes as she views him and says his name. Their previous conversations, their histories spread between them open wide in the way she looks at him and he looks to her — crackling, fissuring beneath it all.
He inhales a rasping breath to try and say something, but what he doesn’t know. And instead, he finds her hands at his collar, pulling him down to her all while he lets his own words convey in his own gaze — how part of him wished it was her if he ever did this. But he follows suit, letting her pull him to her. He doesn’t expect the kiss, but he doesn’t care either. He gives into her, one last hoorah if you will. Her hands around his neck and along his cheek vaguely reminiscent of the magic beneath her skin.
The lightning touch he didn’t realize how much he craved until he had it and it was gone.
She bites his lip as she pulls away and he sighs, muscle feathering and jaw clenching, eyes flickering open with shadowed steel that seek her out. “Ru.” Almost a quiet plea. But then she’s gone, weaving through the crowd for a seat, and he realizes that his hand and his arm had been outstretched for her. He halts, lifting to run through his hair and rub at his temples, to pinch the bridge of his nose.
His pride would get him killed one day. Perhaps it already is.
He doesn’t expect to see Hotaru next, though, and she almost appears on a warpath aimed straight for him. A hurricane, parting the crowd as his gaze focuses on her — shuddering slightly beneath the gaze of her bi-toned eyes. She looks down on him, and he can feel it with the way she stands, the stance she takes as she views him and says his name. Their previous conversations, their histories spread between them open wide in the way she looks at him and he looks to her — crackling, fissuring beneath it all.
He inhales a rasping breath to try and say something, but what he doesn’t know. And instead, he finds her hands at his collar, pulling him down to her all while he lets his own words convey in his own gaze — how part of him wished it was her if he ever did this. But he follows suit, letting her pull him to her. He doesn’t expect the kiss, but he doesn’t care either. He gives into her, one last hoorah if you will. Her hands around his neck and along his cheek vaguely reminiscent of the magic beneath her skin.
The lightning touch he didn’t realize how much he craved until he had it and it was gone.
She bites his lip as she pulls away and he sighs, muscle feathering and jaw clenching, eyes flickering open with shadowed steel that seek her out. “Ru.” Almost a quiet plea. But then she’s gone, weaving through the crowd for a seat, and he realizes that his hand and his arm had been outstretched for her. He halts, lifting to run through his hair and rub at his temples, to pinch the bridge of his nose.
His pride would get him killed one day. Perhaps it already is.
you made your choice.
do you regret it yet?
do you regret it yet?
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.
