SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He is a Devil’s Advocate. A rogue, a man with charm and charisma and the ability to be a completely gentle creature with knives hidden beneath his fingers. Dangerous, protective, powerful, a flood of warning, threats, and promises. And he would protect and seek vengeance for those he considered his should they be hurt or wronged, like Maea was now. She could make him that soft and gentle creature, content to sleep next to her in blankets of fur and comfort, sweet and serene at night until something that threatens what is his occurs, and the mask slips back into place.
He hums his acknowledgement to her thanks, listening to her as he remains close to her. Her fingers trail along his neck and his feathers flex with the feeling along his shoulders as he smiles against her skin. “Mmh well, with any luck at all it won’t come to that.” He assures her. You never made a good spy if you went in guns blazing. No, he’d much prefer to get to know the man, to let him realize the dangers it may hold if Saiden doesn’t do whatever he can to ensure Maea’s safety.
“I won’t start anything.” He answers softly, pressing his lips against her skin before brushing his nose along the bone of her jaw. “I just want to get to know him a bit is all.” A quiet promise, though there’s something underlining it that’s also a threat. To get to know him is to know a face should something happen, to keep all bases covered.
He hums his acknowledgement to her thanks, listening to her as he remains close to her. Her fingers trail along his neck and his feathers flex with the feeling along his shoulders as he smiles against her skin. “Mmh well, with any luck at all it won’t come to that.” He assures her. You never made a good spy if you went in guns blazing. No, he’d much prefer to get to know the man, to let him realize the dangers it may hold if Saiden doesn’t do whatever he can to ensure Maea’s safety.
“I won’t start anything.” He answers softly, pressing his lips against her skin before brushing his nose along the bone of her jaw. “I just want to get to know him a bit is all.” A quiet promise, though there’s something underlining it that’s also a threat. To get to know him is to know a face should something happen, to keep all bases covered.
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.
