SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
He certainly doesn’t expect to hear a voice, not as the towel is raised to his face, covering eyes rimmed with exhaustion and still a prolonged hangover. But he stills when Ronin’s voice reaches him, exhaling a small amount as he rubs at the water that has seeped into his eyes. “Like shit?” He asks easily, dropping the towel from his face to run along his neck.
He turns toward Ronin then, gaze flickering along the hunter before more movement distracts him — from beyond the crates left set up and his brows furrow. His hand drops from his face and neck now, arms pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal one bare arm now and the left arm halfway through the uncomfortable healing process of his tattoo spanning to his wrist. All is lost on him, however, when a child appears to wrap herself around the hunters leg.
He can see the dark hair, the bright blue eyes, and his gaze flickers back to Ronin with a raised brow that begins to furrow — surprise bouncing on his end of the attuned bond should Ronin feel it, though immense confusion too. “I, wait. What?” His deep voice begins, head tilting to the side. “Who is this?” He asks, glancing briefly back toward the girl but making no move to approach.
He’s never been good with children, aside from the young ones that had joined the resistance.
He turns toward Ronin then, gaze flickering along the hunter before more movement distracts him — from beyond the crates left set up and his brows furrow. His hand drops from his face and neck now, arms pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal one bare arm now and the left arm halfway through the uncomfortable healing process of his tattoo spanning to his wrist. All is lost on him, however, when a child appears to wrap herself around the hunters leg.
He can see the dark hair, the bright blue eyes, and his gaze flickers back to Ronin with a raised brow that begins to furrow — surprise bouncing on his end of the attuned bond should Ronin feel it, though immense confusion too. “I, wait. What?” His deep voice begins, head tilting to the side. “Who is this?” He asks, glancing briefly back toward the girl but making no move to approach.
He’s never been good with children, aside from the young ones that had joined the resistance.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
