SuNjATA
the flood
Cold? In the middle of Longheat? She reaches for him, panicked and wide eyed and he reaches for her, uncertain how to even help, crossing a brief line in terms of trying to comfort and console while she deals with what’s going on. He doesn’t know what to even do at this point, struggling with what he should and should not do.
But her hand touches his and coats his arm with a sheet of ice, a shiver running down his spine and a surprised deep hum reverbs from his throat. Still, he holds on, pulling her into him if she’ll let him, to try and warm her up — bracing the cold as the ice coats and sharpens with a sheen against his horns, spiking against his hair. “Calm down and relax, it’s okay.” He tells her, despite the want to chatter his teeth. He wasn’t made for the cold, hadn’t gotten used to it in the year he’s been here. And with it, he finds his body tremble slightly beneath the bitter chill.
But her hand touches his and coats his arm with a sheet of ice, a shiver running down his spine and a surprised deep hum reverbs from his throat. Still, he holds on, pulling her into him if she’ll let him, to try and warm her up — bracing the cold as the ice coats and sharpens with a sheen against his horns, spiking against his hair. “Calm down and relax, it’s okay.” He tells her, despite the want to chatter his teeth. He wasn’t made for the cold, hadn’t gotten used to it in the year he’s been here. And with it, he finds his body tremble slightly beneath the bitter chill.
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.
