SuNJATA
the flood
There’s a point where he doesn’t care about what she does or doesn’t do for him, wifely or not. He didn’t want her to, had never asked her to, and so when he asks what it is they’re doing here yet again, unable to keep it along the thoughts of his racing mind, he clenches his jaw at her response. To piss him off. Original.
He exhales a rasping sigh at first, keeping his gaze ahead along the snow and penetrating ice cold chill to his skin despite the layers he wears, hands firmly shoved into pockets. “Good. You’ve accomplished it.” ‘Can we go then?’ A gruff, blunt answer, stopping to stand as she finds the bush she needs the berries from, watching as she cuts open the fruit to reveal the seeds.
He doesn’t move closer to help her with any of it, just a pillar and a statue, to watch briefly before his steel gaze drifts around the piles of snow around them, the vibrant light of it in comparison to what he thought of this place. A terrible, shit place to be.
He exhales a rasping sigh at first, keeping his gaze ahead along the snow and penetrating ice cold chill to his skin despite the layers he wears, hands firmly shoved into pockets. “Good. You’ve accomplished it.” ‘Can we go then?’ A gruff, blunt answer, stopping to stand as she finds the bush she needs the berries from, watching as she cuts open the fruit to reveal the seeds.
He doesn’t move closer to help her with any of it, just a pillar and a statue, to watch briefly before his steel gaze drifts around the piles of snow around them, the vibrant light of it in comparison to what he thought of this place. A terrible, shit place to be.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
