SUNJATA
the flood
He sits up in his seat a bit more once Ronin arrives to put the pancakes on the plates. And of course, young Sunjata notices he gets the pancake he flipped with the help of Ronin, and beams as he sprinkles blackberries on top and essentially drowns the pancakes in the purply red syrup. He looks up in time to see Ronin stretching out the fork and Sunjata clings his against it, flashing a wide boyish grin back to the Star. “You’re welcome!” Comes the chimed voice before he’s focusing on devouring his plate.
Perhaps Ronin had brought snacks after all.
He begins to dive into the plate, silverware clinking against the porcelain, syrup spilling in a sticky mess when he hears the question — and his gaze lifts up to meet Ronin’s. “I’d like that.” He agrees easily. “Maybe we can teach Saar, too?” It comes a bit quieter, a glance shot over to the girl still sleeping and tucked in tight to the bed.
But then the world around them begins to shift, begins to mold and transform until the dream begins to end and Sunjata feels as though he’s treading water back to the surface.
He doesn’t realize he’s managed to squeeze Ronin close, body feverishly warm and sticky — reminding him briefly of pancakes and sweets (had that been real?) Tired lids open a bit warily, spring the warm room with the sun filtering in, reflecting off the trinkets in the room as if they're diamonds. His gaze lands on Ronin, and after the dream that he rides the coattails of remembering, he squeezes the Star a bit tighter, though he’s not sure if Ronin would know why.
Perhaps Ronin had brought snacks after all.
He begins to dive into the plate, silverware clinking against the porcelain, syrup spilling in a sticky mess when he hears the question — and his gaze lifts up to meet Ronin’s. “I’d like that.” He agrees easily. “Maybe we can teach Saar, too?” It comes a bit quieter, a glance shot over to the girl still sleeping and tucked in tight to the bed.
But then the world around them begins to shift, begins to mold and transform until the dream begins to end and Sunjata feels as though he’s treading water back to the surface.
He doesn’t realize he’s managed to squeeze Ronin close, body feverishly warm and sticky — reminding him briefly of pancakes and sweets (had that been real?) Tired lids open a bit warily, spring the warm room with the sun filtering in, reflecting off the trinkets in the room as if they're diamonds. His gaze lands on Ronin, and after the dream that he rides the coattails of remembering, he squeezes the Star a bit tighter, though he’s not sure if Ronin would know why.
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.
