save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
She speaks, and he doesn’t interrupt her. The bite to her tone falls on his ears and he focuses on her, on the fury and rage that settles beneath a cold exterior. It reminds him of Loren in some way, but rather than add to it, he continued to stroke her cheek gently, softly as she continues — his own gaze narrowing slightly at the accusations.
But he doesn’t know Amalia all that well — can’t begin to imagine the woman that had given him some small amount of information, some question as to Safrin and his own love for their shared goddess, would do something like that. But he supposes anything is possible.
As she lashes out, he can feel the warmth and the heat, and he completely shifts back into himself, legs brushing against hers as he keeps them there and the water temperature continues to rise. The hand at her back lifts to reach for the other side of her face, trying to keep her focus on him rather than the rage that wars within her. “I’m sorry Maea.” He hums to her, letting her see the sorrow in the storms of his eyes.
“I wouldn’t put too much stock into what she thinks.” He offers her with a small shrug, trying to keep her close despite the waves around them and the heat. “If she wants to be miserable and take everything onto herself, then let her. She’ll see how well that works out for her eventually.” He tries to offer her a small smile to that. Perhaps Sunjata would just rather be a bit more selfish than most — but that didn’t mean that he was a bad person in the end.
But he doesn’t know Amalia all that well — can’t begin to imagine the woman that had given him some small amount of information, some question as to Safrin and his own love for their shared goddess, would do something like that. But he supposes anything is possible.
As she lashes out, he can feel the warmth and the heat, and he completely shifts back into himself, legs brushing against hers as he keeps them there and the water temperature continues to rise. The hand at her back lifts to reach for the other side of her face, trying to keep her focus on him rather than the rage that wars within her. “I’m sorry Maea.” He hums to her, letting her see the sorrow in the storms of his eyes.
“I wouldn’t put too much stock into what she thinks.” He offers her with a small shrug, trying to keep her close despite the waves around them and the heat. “If she wants to be miserable and take everything onto herself, then let her. She’ll see how well that works out for her eventually.” He tries to offer her a small smile to that. Perhaps Sunjata would just rather be a bit more selfish than most — but that didn’t mean that he was a bad person in the end.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
SUNJATA
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.
