SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
“Gods I want to beat him too.” Sunjata says with a hint of a smile on his face, the thought of possibly being able to in a fistfight rather than with magic or shifts was certainly tempting. Hell, even with shifts he might stand a chance. “I laid some ground rules for the next brawl though. Fists only. So I think I might be better at that.” He winks, though it’s obvious the previous fight of magic versus just him and his shifts felt entirely one sided.
In the thought of it all, he misses the comment she’s made – wondering if perhaps it was for school and how she’d seen his magic first hand. He passes it off in favor for hearing of this mysterious brotherly type – and when she reveals the potters name he raises both brows, a huff of surprise leaving him momentarily. “That flirt?” He asks, clearly somewhat confused before shaking his head to her with a smaller smile. “Mmm, well, he did make me a very nice gift for the exchange before Fiat Lux.” He offers, somewhat contemplatively as he goes to lean forward to her, to talk of her calling him a fishboy.
And when he withdraws, and she takes the hand, he listens to her as he takes her into the warm room – guiding her to the bed before letting her hand go to walk toward the door. “In that instance, sure.” He says, looking over his shoulder to her before he opens the door to let Haai in. He closes it and locks it once more after the griffin’s made it inside as she immediately heads her way to greet Maea. “I thought perhaps it was the whale shift that had you leaning that direction.” He admits, lips curling a small amount back into that smirk as he steps back over toward her and the bed. Distantly, he can recall the way she'd nearly refused to look at him in the water of the river the second time they'd met.
In the thought of it all, he misses the comment she’s made – wondering if perhaps it was for school and how she’d seen his magic first hand. He passes it off in favor for hearing of this mysterious brotherly type – and when she reveals the potters name he raises both brows, a huff of surprise leaving him momentarily. “That flirt?” He asks, clearly somewhat confused before shaking his head to her with a smaller smile. “Mmm, well, he did make me a very nice gift for the exchange before Fiat Lux.” He offers, somewhat contemplatively as he goes to lean forward to her, to talk of her calling him a fishboy.
And when he withdraws, and she takes the hand, he listens to her as he takes her into the warm room – guiding her to the bed before letting her hand go to walk toward the door. “In that instance, sure.” He says, looking over his shoulder to her before he opens the door to let Haai in. He closes it and locks it once more after the griffin’s made it inside as she immediately heads her way to greet Maea. “I thought perhaps it was the whale shift that had you leaning that direction.” He admits, lips curling a small amount back into that smirk as he steps back over toward her and the bed. Distantly, he can recall the way she'd nearly refused to look at him in the water of the river the second time they'd met.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
