SUNJATA
The taunting doesn’t get to him, really. He could care less what the summoner thinks. Whether Sunjata can or can’t take it, it doesn’t matter — because what happens next is what causes his gaze to narrow at Loren, when the attuned pulls his hands away from the summoner and Loren keeps his as they are. He shifts a small amount in the seat, until fingernails are scratching along the scratches already on his arm and Sunjata’s jaw clenches.
“You know damn well why.” It’s a growl as Loren doesn’t take his hands off him, moving along his neck, over bites and marks already there, but as the hand begins to drift lower toward his chest — that’s when Sunjata pushes away from Loren, lips curling into a sneer, trying to get some form of distance between them without actually getting out of his seat. “Back off.” He hisses, giving Loren a chance to do as he says, hoping that somewhere within the summoner does listen.
“You know damn well why.” It’s a growl as Loren doesn’t take his hands off him, moving along his neck, over bites and marks already there, but as the hand begins to drift lower toward his chest — that’s when Sunjata pushes away from Loren, lips curling into a sneer, trying to get some form of distance between them without actually getting out of his seat. “Back off.” He hisses, giving Loren a chance to do as he says, hoping that somewhere within the summoner does listen.
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.
