SuNJATA
the flood
They begin to walk, only to have her stop in her tracks and send the accusations toward him. He turns back to look at her then, as her words reach him and strike something deep within him that he can’t quite place — the way they’d always been able to get under each other’s skin. “There is a difference, Phoebe, from wanting you dead and not wanting this marriage that you said was what you wanted.” He explains, not moving from where he stands. “That you think so little of me that I’d go to that level—” He pauses to snort, turning away from her. “—Says a lot.”
Thankfully, his demand is met with an agreement of ‘fine’, an echo of when he’d agreed to marry her. A sharp toothed fine laced with frustration and anger and disbelief. If she wanted to ignore him, he’d let her. Thankfully the walk to the Inn was relatively close and perhaps within he would be able to shed the layers that only added to his irritation.
Thankfully, his demand is met with an agreement of ‘fine’, an echo of when he’d agreed to marry her. A sharp toothed fine laced with frustration and anger and disbelief. If she wanted to ignore him, he’d let her. Thankfully the walk to the Inn was relatively close and perhaps within he would be able to shed the layers that only added to his irritation.
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.
