SUNJATA
the flood
It’s his job to imagine them, and so he imagines the best blackberries he can recall, holding onto it until the time for them would be ready. But then he’s pouring, spilling some milk, and apologizing for having made a mess of everything when his steel gaze meets Ronin’s and the tap to his nose leaves some flour in his wake. He wiggles his nose, sneezes, and giggles when he sets the milk down to inspect the bowl. It looks amazing, Sunjata’s eyes growing wide as he focuses on the stove that’s lit up and the pan Ronin puts into place.
With Ronin’s back turned and the bowl of batter out of the way, Sunjata — ever the impulsive little child — dumps some of the flour onto the counter top, mixing in some of the milk that’s spilled and creating a goopy mess to stick his hands into.
He turns just in time to watch as Ronin goes to flip the pancake, watching it go high and wide, and when it lands with a slap Sunjata’s giggling again. “Do it again!” He chimes, hopping off the counter to rush to the other side to get more of a view, his sticky messy hands leaving flour and milk in his wake.
With Ronin’s back turned and the bowl of batter out of the way, Sunjata — ever the impulsive little child — dumps some of the flour onto the counter top, mixing in some of the milk that’s spilled and creating a goopy mess to stick his hands into.
He turns just in time to watch as Ronin goes to flip the pancake, watching it go high and wide, and when it lands with a slap Sunjata’s giggling again. “Do it again!” He chimes, hopping off the counter to rush to the other side to get more of a view, his sticky messy hands leaving flour and milk in his wake.
i said i saw you in the water
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.
