SuNJATA
the flood
She pecks his nose and he scrunches his face a small amount again, exhaling a breathy laugh at her antics. “Yes it is.” A glimmer of amusement in his steel gaze before it fades and he focuses on the comments made of making lanterns for memories and those that had passed — her family. And Sunjata had been lucky, in some sort of regard, that despite the fact he didn’t have his family around anymore that he did have Melita. Somehow still a part of the lineage, of the Korofi heritage, something to relate to and share.
Maea doesn’t have that, not anymore. Aside from her fellow Naturals and her god.
So he listens to her diligently when she talks of her family, his thumb stroking along her cheek as he focuses on what she says again. She never made a lantern for her family, and he nods to her quietly, shaking his head when she asks if she’s told him before. She hadn’t, but he keeps it in mind as she reveals her own age. Not too far apart, still younger than he. And she reveals how long it has been since.
“Do you want to make lanterns for them?” He asks her quietly, contemplating.
Maea doesn’t have that, not anymore. Aside from her fellow Naturals and her god.
So he listens to her diligently when she talks of her family, his thumb stroking along her cheek as he focuses on what she says again. She never made a lantern for her family, and he nods to her quietly, shaking his head when she asks if she’s told him before. She hadn’t, but he keeps it in mind as she reveals her own age. Not too far apart, still younger than he. And she reveals how long it has been since.
“Do you want to make lanterns for them?” He asks her quietly, contemplating.
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.
