SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He lets her explain, listening intently to what she says. The name, he stores away for later – as does the name of the Captain for the ship, the name of the ship as well. The information about the talk they’d had has him thinking back on it, to the conversation they’d had before the beach, when he’d turned her down for not wanting… This, when in reality it was probably the happiest he’d been.
What a fool he was.
What a fool she was too.
He listens as well as he can, the reaction to his face is still somewhat thoughtful, small part unreadable aside from the lines of his face. The way his jaw clenches slightly. He wonders if perhaps the reason she had stayed alive through the Cloud Manta hunt was so the man could get the payment for the favor – as if he didn’t care about the woman at all beneath it.
He exhales quietly but nods, making plans within that perhaps the Advocates could gain an advantage of on their next meeting. So he lowers himself to her again, to bury his horned head into the crook of her own neck, taking in the scent of her and all other things, pressing his lips against her jaw bone gently. “I wouldn’t trust him, Maea. He probably won’t care at all about your wellbeing once your part of the deal is over.” He explains – having been in a similar situation before, having held the cards, and having been the one to deal them. “And when he comes searching for his end of the deal, if you don’t feel comfortable accomplishing them… Well, you can send him my way.” His voice is deeper there, at the end, rough and protective.
What a fool he was.
What a fool she was too.
He listens as well as he can, the reaction to his face is still somewhat thoughtful, small part unreadable aside from the lines of his face. The way his jaw clenches slightly. He wonders if perhaps the reason she had stayed alive through the Cloud Manta hunt was so the man could get the payment for the favor – as if he didn’t care about the woman at all beneath it.
He exhales quietly but nods, making plans within that perhaps the Advocates could gain an advantage of on their next meeting. So he lowers himself to her again, to bury his horned head into the crook of her own neck, taking in the scent of her and all other things, pressing his lips against her jaw bone gently. “I wouldn’t trust him, Maea. He probably won’t care at all about your wellbeing once your part of the deal is over.” He explains – having been in a similar situation before, having held the cards, and having been the one to deal them. “And when he comes searching for his end of the deal, if you don’t feel comfortable accomplishing them… Well, you can send him my way.” His voice is deeper there, at the end, rough and protective.
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.
