SuNJATA
the flood
He contemplates her, head tilting slightly as he focuses his gaze back onto her, lowering his head to rest his cheek against her in a small nuzzling fashion. “Well, perhaps we’ll be powerful enough to stop her.” He shrugs, all of those that had shown up to help free her — what if they turned on her in the end? Kept her down when the world was free again? It was a lot to think about, and he pulls away reluctantly to chew on the inside of his cheek.
“I have used the portals a lot and Safrin’s never mentioned anything. Not when I left for Halo and came back, though the Voice did add her own power to the shrine as it was being made.” He can almost see the snarl leaving his lady of the stars. Exhaling quietly, he shrugs his shoulders and lifts his hand from hers to try and lift her chin to look at him.
He surveys her face then, offering a smaller smile. “We’ll get there when we get there.” A quiet promise, a way to live life to the fullest here rather than cower and worry about what comes next.
“I have used the portals a lot and Safrin’s never mentioned anything. Not when I left for Halo and came back, though the Voice did add her own power to the shrine as it was being made.” He can almost see the snarl leaving his lady of the stars. Exhaling quietly, he shrugs his shoulders and lifts his hand from hers to try and lift her chin to look at him.
He surveys her face then, offering a smaller smile. “We’ll get there when we get there.” A quiet promise, a way to live life to the fullest here rather than cower and worry about what comes next.
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.
