the sea speaks a little more honestly
“A lot of things here and there, really. Lots before I even arrived here.” He offers Nate with a light shrug, a small amused smile sent both their ways. There’s a moment, as he’s explaining everything that happens, that he wonders what exactly is going on in Hotaru’s mind when it comes to what she might see in the summoner – and the gaze she levels with him is one that stills him as Nate’s words reach him – he holds his breath briefly. “If you wanted to, it would be different.” He offers her quietly – some kind of hidden apology in the words before he reaches out to place his hand on her knee and Nate leans in.
There’s a slight roll of his eyes. “Actually, from the sounds of it, Loren wears that title now.” He rumbles with a hint of amusement, trying to lighten the mood, though he shifts his hand a small amount to rub his thumb along her knee gently, internally hoping she doesn’t pull away from it. His gaze flickers to Nate then with a small wry smile. But the comment and the deal is made and he braces his elbows on his knees, head tilting a small amount as he considers Nate’s question paired with Hotaru’s answer.
And perhaps… Perhaps the alcohol had made him be a bit more blunt, a bit more open to the feelings coursing through his mind. His voice is soft when he says it, gaze flickering to the glass in his hand before he exhales a long sigh through his nose and looks back up to her face. “There’s always room here, Ru.” There always has been, really, in Sunjata’s mind at least.
There’s a slight roll of his eyes. “Actually, from the sounds of it, Loren wears that title now.” He rumbles with a hint of amusement, trying to lighten the mood, though he shifts his hand a small amount to rub his thumb along her knee gently, internally hoping she doesn’t pull away from it. His gaze flickers to Nate then with a small wry smile. But the comment and the deal is made and he braces his elbows on his knees, head tilting a small amount as he considers Nate’s question paired with Hotaru’s answer.
And perhaps… Perhaps the alcohol had made him be a bit more blunt, a bit more open to the feelings coursing through his mind. His voice is soft when he says it, gaze flickering to the glass in his hand before he exhales a long sigh through his nose and looks back up to her face. “There’s always room here, Ru.” There always has been, really, in Sunjata’s mind at least.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
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.
