// a reminder, ready when you find her, i repress the iridescence of a fire
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //
Why are they going to the ocean? Who knows. Not Sunjata, that’s for sure.
Still, he clings to Nate, an arm easily slung around the Ascended’s shoulders, dragging him toward the ocean – something that both intrigues and repulses him right now despite how much he’s always loved the water. His lips part, half between saying something to Nate, when he hears Amalia’s voice and he half rounds, stepping on his heel in the sand and spinning – remaining surprisingly in the shade.
“Amaaaaalllliiiaaaaaaa!” He croons, dragging Nate closer to the woman, staying far away from the water as he can, letting the warmth of the sun soaked into the sand warm his bare feet. He’s shirtless, doesn’t know where his shirt has gone, but the tattoos that spark over both arms shift and twinkle in the light, the spiderwebbing of lightning scars raise them in places, before bright pink scars dart toward his heart. “You know, you don’t look like a Shield, does she Nate?” His head cocks to the side, scrutinizing Amalia as if he can imagine her shifting her body into a riot shield of sorts.
Still, he clings to Nate, an arm easily slung around the Ascended’s shoulders, dragging him toward the ocean – something that both intrigues and repulses him right now despite how much he’s always loved the water. His lips part, half between saying something to Nate, when he hears Amalia’s voice and he half rounds, stepping on his heel in the sand and spinning – remaining surprisingly in the shade.
“Amaaaaalllliiiaaaaaaa!” He croons, dragging Nate closer to the woman, staying far away from the water as he can, letting the warmth of the sun soaked into the sand warm his bare feet. He’s shirtless, doesn’t know where his shirt has gone, but the tattoos that spark over both arms shift and twinkle in the light, the spiderwebbing of lightning scars raise them in places, before bright pink scars dart toward his heart. “You know, you don’t look like a Shield, does she Nate?” His head cocks to the side, scrutinizing Amalia as if he can imagine her shifting her body into a riot shield of sorts.
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.
