SUNJATA
the flood
So he’s managed to get his pants on, somehow, but his body aches and throbs with such a sensation taken away so quickly. He stares up at Ronin, at Remi, jaw clenching and unclenching as he fights to focus his mind and blood elsewhere. “You don’t get it.” He rumbles, shifting in the sand and reaching for Ronin’s hand, sure that the Star won’t let him drown.
Or maybe, considering Remi’s his husband and everything is already so much more complicated than anticipated.
“There were shadow monsters and sea panthers. They’re going to come back and we have to fly to get away from it to get home.” He manages, now standing on shaky feet that feel staticy and as if thousands of small needles are pricking him. Had his legs fallen asleep? He tries to lean into Ronin and Remi as if they might prevent him from getting sucked away. “Unless you can make sure they don’t.” A smoldering and expectant stare finds Ronin’s face, drifting down toward Remi with a hard swallow.
Or maybe, considering Remi’s his husband and everything is already so much more complicated than anticipated.
“There were shadow monsters and sea panthers. They’re going to come back and we have to fly to get away from it to get home.” He manages, now standing on shaky feet that feel staticy and as if thousands of small needles are pricking him. Had his legs fallen asleep? He tries to lean into Ronin and Remi as if they might prevent him from getting sucked away. “Unless you can make sure they don’t.” A smoldering and expectant stare finds Ronin’s face, drifting down toward Remi with a hard swallow.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
