SuNJATA
the flood
He glances to her as she nears, spots that wicked and amused grin – playful in nature and he returns one easily enough. His gaze returns to the Spire before them while she takes him in, feathered arms folding across his chest, not minding or not caring – either one. But he continues to focus on the Spire, head tilting slightly when she begins to speak, lips curving into a slight smirk as a rumble of a chuckle leaves him. “Gods, true that.” He agrees, accented voice reaching her as he turns his head back down toward her.
The mention of it harboring the Voice, though, has him nodding as she goes to turn back to him far more fully – and he turns to face her a bit more fully as well, abandoning the feathers that coat his arms – unsure why they’d appeared in the first place, though there is much to learn about his new abilities and forms… When he’s not quite so sick, dealing with a very awkward marriage situation, and the rest of it all.
“She stayed in it for something like three hundred years?” He offers, though the smirk curving his lips remains as he takes her in as well, the briefest edges of a tattoo along her skin as well. Perhaps they’d get along well after all. And when she gives him her name, he inclines his head to her. “Sunjata.” He glances back to the Spire briefly before his steel gaze returns to Weaver.
“I’ve only been in it once to go to Halo. Other than that I mostly steer clear.” He offers, crooked smirk returning. “What about you?”
The mention of it harboring the Voice, though, has him nodding as she goes to turn back to him far more fully – and he turns to face her a bit more fully as well, abandoning the feathers that coat his arms – unsure why they’d appeared in the first place, though there is much to learn about his new abilities and forms… When he’s not quite so sick, dealing with a very awkward marriage situation, and the rest of it all.
“She stayed in it for something like three hundred years?” He offers, though the smirk curving his lips remains as he takes her in as well, the briefest edges of a tattoo along her skin as well. Perhaps they’d get along well after all. And when she gives him her name, he inclines his head to her. “Sunjata.” He glances back to the Spire briefly before his steel gaze returns to Weaver.
“I’ve only been in it once to go to Halo. Other than that I mostly steer clear.” He offers, crooked smirk returning. “What about you?”
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
