SuNjATA
the flood
He’d be lying if he thought the idea wasn’t at least a little bit enticing, the idea of not having to worry about the possibility of younger versions of himself running around, not having to second guess or fear it when things didn’t quite go according to plan. And it seemed the similarities didn’t quite end there, as they both delve a bit deeper into their histories and lives. But he’d drawn a line in the sand, despite how much he wants to cross it more and more each time.
The suggestion of Ludo, however, another bargain struck does pull his thoughts away from that, and he offers her a small wry smile in response to it. “After me.” He rumbles to her, unable to stop the wink that leaves him with the topic, lips curling in a bit of his amusement. Though while he has darker tendencies, giving into that weakened part of his mind that constantly chose to run or possibly stop it all together would always be there — well, he’d had it taken from him more than once.
And he keeps making connections here that he knows would do their best to keep him around longer too.
But he watches her swallow hard, before sighing, and a plume of cold leaves her enough that goosebumps rise on his skin, and his brows draw together in his own confusion too, reaching for her and leaning down a small amount to inspect her. “Are you okay?” He asks, confusion lacing the tone to his voice, gaze searching her face to find out what’s wrong — to try and read her and understand what’s happening as much as she is.
The suggestion of Ludo, however, another bargain struck does pull his thoughts away from that, and he offers her a small wry smile in response to it. “After me.” He rumbles to her, unable to stop the wink that leaves him with the topic, lips curling in a bit of his amusement. Though while he has darker tendencies, giving into that weakened part of his mind that constantly chose to run or possibly stop it all together would always be there — well, he’d had it taken from him more than once.
And he keeps making connections here that he knows would do their best to keep him around longer too.
But he watches her swallow hard, before sighing, and a plume of cold leaves her enough that goosebumps rise on his skin, and his brows draw together in his own confusion too, reaching for her and leaning down a small amount to inspect her. “Are you okay?” He asks, confusion lacing the tone to his voice, gaze searching her face to find out what’s wrong — to try and read her and understand what’s happening as much as she is.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
