SuNJATA
the flood
She steps back, making no move to cover the cut to her neck, and he doesn’t make any move to help. Not as she apologizes, and yet something about her demeanor reminds him so much of Phoebe that he has to swallow hard against another set of frustration, muscles feathering in his jaw as he shakes his head to her – looking for over for any other signs of harm.
He finds no weapons, no shoes, and deduces that she is either insane, or inebriated. He huffs quietly. “Can you at least tell me your name?” He won’t give her his until she gives up her own, gaze still narrowed and focused on her – every inch the predator that flickers under his skin, sharp fangs peeking out when he speaks from a partial shift he’s incapable of stopping.
He finds no weapons, no shoes, and deduces that she is either insane, or inebriated. He huffs quietly. “Can you at least tell me your name?” He won’t give her his until she gives up her own, gaze still narrowed and focused on her – every inch the predator that flickers under his skin, sharp fangs peeking out when he speaks from a partial shift he’s incapable of stopping.
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.
