SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
“That is the question.” Sunjata offers with a quiet huff of a laugh, a small shake of his head as he turns away from the lighthouse to look at the foot prints through the sand they’ve left behind – watching as waves lap up and brush away a few of them much like a paint brush would swipe away a rogue line. Hidden, as if they were never there.
His gaze flickers back to her then. “In my experience, you never know until you try.” He shrugs, flashing her a boyish grin, before nodding back the way they’d come. “Shall we head back, then?” See how the sandbags were holding up in terms of a barrier, not wanting to prolong Mabel’s exposure even with the parasol. At the very least, this way the can get her back under fuller cover.
His gaze flickers back to her then. “In my experience, you never know until you try.” He shrugs, flashing her a boyish grin, before nodding back the way they’d come. “Shall we head back, then?” See how the sandbags were holding up in terms of a barrier, not wanting to prolong Mabel’s exposure even with the parasol. At the very least, this way the can get her back under fuller cover.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
