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
Was it supposed to be funny? He supposes he finds some sort of dark irony within it that aligns with his humor to an extent, but shakes his head regardless. “Sort of.” He offers with an apologetic smile. But he’s realized they’d drifted off far, and she clings to him as they move through the water, acutely attuned to where her body touches his as he swims then back to their initial spot, heartbeat thundering beneath his chest from exertion and restraint. But she hasn’t pushed away yet, not as they land back in the cooler sensations of calmer waters, and he remains in a space to block the sun from her pale skin.
She takes her hands and places them along his cheeks, and he keeps her close to him, his body pressed slightly against her as he pants with the shortness of breath under her scrutiny. “It is an illness. And I haven’t had it magically healed because I’m not sure it would work. I’m not sure if I want it to.” He says hoarsely, roughly, gaze finding her pale colorless eyes with all the honesty he can muster. “It’ll take a few months to get better, but it will. I have medicine to take.” He tilts his head a fraction to press his stubbled cheek into the palm of one of her hands.
Perhaps she’s easy to talk to with the way that despite her words, she still lets him hold her close. So much so that he closes his eyes to inhale a bit of a raspy breath, half opening his eyes to peer at her when he does decide to speak. “Korofi had no magic, no shifting, no gods, nothing. Not falling back on healing magic kind of makes it feel more real.”
She takes her hands and places them along his cheeks, and he keeps her close to him, his body pressed slightly against her as he pants with the shortness of breath under her scrutiny. “It is an illness. And I haven’t had it magically healed because I’m not sure it would work. I’m not sure if I want it to.” He says hoarsely, roughly, gaze finding her pale colorless eyes with all the honesty he can muster. “It’ll take a few months to get better, but it will. I have medicine to take.” He tilts his head a fraction to press his stubbled cheek into the palm of one of her hands.
Perhaps she’s easy to talk to with the way that despite her words, she still lets him hold her close. So much so that he closes his eyes to inhale a bit of a raspy breath, half opening his eyes to peer at her when he does decide to speak. “Korofi had no magic, no shifting, no gods, nothing. Not falling back on healing magic kind of makes it feel more real.”
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.
