SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
He taps her, and she unsuspects it, slipping from his touch as she squawks and dives away. And he can feel the coolness of the water with her absence, but it still causes nothing but a feigned innocent smile to creep along his face, the rise of shoulders that offer a shrug, mouth forming a silent ‘What?’ as though he’s done nothing to inspire such a reaction.
He hadn’t thought he had, at least.
Her next set of words as she avoids his touch sends another rumbling hum of laughter to leave him, brightening the shadows in his eyes as he reaches for her again, waves created in the movement, the wave she too creates that laps against his neck with a cooling sensation. His lips quirk slightly as he looks at her then, seeing the water drip from her ivory hair, the burned splotches on her cheeks.
“I thought I was a poor wounded boy.” He teases her, slinking below the water once more until he can feel the water at the base of his neck, seeping into his hair as his horns drip more glinting light. He opens his mouth to say something casual, an easy response that could drift from his lips, but he thinks better of it. ’Perhaps you should kiss me and make it better.’ refraining from being uttered as he tilts his head to her slightly. But he’s noticed she’s backing up now, and he swims closer to her, arms outstretched to grasp her again, to spin along the current. “And you drowned me first, it’s only fair.” He chooses to say instead.
He hadn’t thought he had, at least.
Her next set of words as she avoids his touch sends another rumbling hum of laughter to leave him, brightening the shadows in his eyes as he reaches for her again, waves created in the movement, the wave she too creates that laps against his neck with a cooling sensation. His lips quirk slightly as he looks at her then, seeing the water drip from her ivory hair, the burned splotches on her cheeks.
“I thought I was a poor wounded boy.” He teases her, slinking below the water once more until he can feel the water at the base of his neck, seeping into his hair as his horns drip more glinting light. He opens his mouth to say something casual, an easy response that could drift from his lips, but he thinks better of it. ’Perhaps you should kiss me and make it better.’ refraining from being uttered as he tilts his head to her slightly. But he’s noticed she’s backing up now, and he swims closer to her, arms outstretched to grasp her again, to spin along the current. “And you drowned me first, it’s only fair.” He chooses to say instead.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
