SuNJATA
the flood
She says she thinks that she’s fine, and the only thing he can do is keep her close, trying to offer his warmth to her, drawing the blankets close and over her to hold her tight as his free hand reaches for her own to rub them gently. He listens to her explain, nodding along in understanding even if he didn’t understand anything. He does his best to tell her that she’s not alone.
The question of what she did, however, has his steel gaze flickering over her face before he looks around the room again, gaze lingering on the windows. “You shot up out of bed, I thought maybe someone broke in.” He replies at first. “Then you talked about the storms… Rae’s wishes, the portals, all of that.” He explains, not wanting to trigger it further.
“You weren't yourself, though. You didn’t look like yourself.” He rumbles quietly, heart calming as she talks and remains in his arms.
The question of what she did, however, has his steel gaze flickering over her face before he looks around the room again, gaze lingering on the windows. “You shot up out of bed, I thought maybe someone broke in.” He replies at first. “Then you talked about the storms… Rae’s wishes, the portals, all of that.” He explains, not wanting to trigger it further.
“You weren't yourself, though. You didn’t look like yourself.” He rumbles quietly, heart calming as she talks and remains in his arms.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
