// 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 //
A slow grin spreads across Sunjata’s face as he watches Amalia and listens to Nate’s bark of laughter. And the shadow grows greater, threatening to shift around and consume Amalia if they weren’t careful. Sunjata doesn’t know which he wants – to save the shield or let her perish. So he focuses instead on the other thing tangible, Nate’s words cutting through the haze. “It does.” He croons, head tilting a bit to the side as he watches Amalia.
Her words cut through a bit sharper though, and Sunjata’s amusement shifts to something of a sneer relatively quick. “I never stole. I made myself.” He half growls. “I came here with nothing.” And oh how he feels he could eat the world right now.
For now, however, he watches her sneer direct toward Nate and there’s a flare of something within him at the accusations, however true they might be. But it isn’t until she’s reaching up to touch Nate’s cheek that the jealousy flares in a fiery beam within him. “Don’t touch him.”
Her words cut through a bit sharper though, and Sunjata’s amusement shifts to something of a sneer relatively quick. “I never stole. I made myself.” He half growls. “I came here with nothing.” And oh how he feels he could eat the world right now.
For now, however, he watches her sneer direct toward Nate and there’s a flare of something within him at the accusations, however true they might be. But it isn’t until she’s reaching up to touch Nate’s cheek that the jealousy flares in a fiery beam within him. “Don’t touch him.”
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.
