SUNJATA
“I know myself pretty well.” He offers with no room to debate on that front. But Loren doesn’t move, Sunjata doesn’t move, and he finds the icy gaze of the summoner as he lists out Sunjata’s lonely life. He smirks to that, wanting to add something else to it, to explain how it didn’t get so lonely in the end.
Except Loren grabs onto his shirt, pulls him forward and the summoners lips crash into his own. There’s a moment in his drunkenness that he presses back against Loren in the kiss, returning it for a brief second, before he pulls away, breaking it, his steel gaze lingering on Loren in some hint of suspicion. “What the fuck, Loren?”
Except Loren grabs onto his shirt, pulls him forward and the summoners lips crash into his own. There’s a moment in his drunkenness that he presses back against Loren in the kiss, returning it for a brief second, before he pulls away, breaking it, his steel gaze lingering on Loren in some hint of suspicion. “What the fuck, Loren?”
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or the sea
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.
