SuNJATA
the flood
“What? No.” He manages, confused and having never heard of this man before in his life. He’s not even sure what makes her think that he’s him – having not been mistaken for… Well, anyone, recently. Back in Korofi it was far more likely, but here? Here it was usually him cornered for something he did do, not the opposite. But she seems to realize it, relax, and Sunjata withdraws the blade at her throat, tentative and unsure, keeping the blade out just in case she decides to lose it again.
The explanation is murmured but he can hear it clearly with his earring in his ear, and he lets her go completely to take a step back, gaze still focused intently on her – distrusting and still incredibly fucking confused. “I’m not. I don’t know who you are.” He manages with a hint of annoyance and irritation creeping into his voice, accent growing a bit thicker here as he regards her a bit more fully now.
The explanation is murmured but he can hear it clearly with his earring in his ear, and he lets her go completely to take a step back, gaze still focused intently on her – distrusting and still incredibly fucking confused. “I’m not. I don’t know who you are.” He manages with a hint of annoyance and irritation creeping into his voice, accent growing a bit thicker here as he regards her a bit more fully now.
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
