SuNJATA
the flood
Haai only offers another yawn before disappearing into the den again, content to remain there all day should she allow herself to. Which leaves room for Sunjata to smirk to Maea as he pins her by the arms, as she pouts up at him and his eyes soften with a small hint of amusement. “Is it?” He asks, head lowering a fraction as he raises a brow. “Is it a reward you’re looking for?” He hums, accent a small amount thicker.
But she grins to him now and he’s not quite prepared for the fingers that trail down his sides, invisible and taunting until she pinches him, on the ass nonetheless, and he barks out a laugh of surprise. He releases her then, settling back on his knees beside her and sitting up far more fully, a hand reaching up to rub against the scar on his neck with his scarred wrist flexing as he watches her with some consideration, still amused.
“Have you gotten any more tricks up your sleeves?” He winks to her.
But she grins to him now and he’s not quite prepared for the fingers that trail down his sides, invisible and taunting until she pinches him, on the ass nonetheless, and he barks out a laugh of surprise. He releases her then, settling back on his knees beside her and sitting up far more fully, a hand reaching up to rub against the scar on his neck with his scarred wrist flexing as he watches her with some consideration, still amused.
“Have you gotten any more tricks up your sleeves?” He winks to her.
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.
