SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
“I might live in Torchline but I usually don’t have access to fire magic… Unless it’s Haai demanding food.” He mutters, almost as if the point is lost because technically he does have access to it, but the fireplace in his home in Torchline had been empty of flame for quite some time. It made sense considering the warmth of the area at least, that the sun's rays would keep the city warm long after its set.
Still, he focuses on her now that they’re readjusted, his hand tucking her dark hair behind her ear, nuzzling his head a bit into the pillow and sighing lightly with the breeze that cools his spine and goosebumps rise along his skin. “Mm, well, it’s true.” He protests, giving her a fanged smirk. “And it’s only fun if we both are. It’s absolute shit if you’re the only one drunk, is it not?” Another gentle teasing, his voice hoarse and rougher with his accent than usual. Still, he keeps his fingers running through her hair, watching her face, content and spent with the exhaustion running through his body.
Still, he focuses on her now that they’re readjusted, his hand tucking her dark hair behind her ear, nuzzling his head a bit into the pillow and sighing lightly with the breeze that cools his spine and goosebumps rise along his skin. “Mm, well, it’s true.” He protests, giving her a fanged smirk. “And it’s only fun if we both are. It’s absolute shit if you’re the only one drunk, is it not?” Another gentle teasing, his voice hoarse and rougher with his accent than usual. Still, he keeps his fingers running through her hair, watching her face, content and spent with the exhaustion running through his body.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
