SUNJATA
the flood
Nate sags into the arm that Sunjata puts around him, head resting at the Ascended’s shoulder – gaze flicking down to Sam, upset and making zero sense along the floor. Sick. Delusional. That’s what crosses over his mind as he focuses on the way it appears like the red-haired man crawls toward him and then pulls away. His brows furrow, distracted only by Nate’s wonderful ability of bumping into the horns arranged in a way to not bump into him.
Feathers smooth as Nate’s fingers run through them, his gaze falling back down to Sam when Nate’s does, trying to keep his head even while Nate bumps into them again. Lips part as he unhooks himself from Nate, a slightly difficult feat where he might have bumped into Nate’s head once or twice, absolutely unintentionally.
Feather’s flare again, briefly, as a bark of laughter slips from him. “From inside?” He asks, casting a glance up from Sam to Nate, amusement sparking in tired steel eyes. “Don’t think I’d mind that much.” A playful tease before Sunjata’s attention lands on Sam again, his scarred and tattooed hand outstretched for the redhead. “You should go home.” An offering, an opening? But his outstretched hand closes abruptly as his view of Sam shifts to something else, something of Korofi and another red-haired man that had caused more than enough trouble for Sunjata to last lifetimes. Yet another deceit, so it seems.
“Graasvoel. Haal die fok uit my huis uit.” His lip turns down in distaste and a sudden bout of anger, giving a moment to let Sam collect himself and leave. His hand shifts to claws, promising that he’d make the Ascended get out, even as his feathers flare further, muscles coiling for a fight.
Haal die fok uit my huis uit. - get the fuck out of my house
Feathers smooth as Nate’s fingers run through them, his gaze falling back down to Sam when Nate’s does, trying to keep his head even while Nate bumps into them again. Lips part as he unhooks himself from Nate, a slightly difficult feat where he might have bumped into Nate’s head once or twice, absolutely unintentionally.
Feather’s flare again, briefly, as a bark of laughter slips from him. “From inside?” He asks, casting a glance up from Sam to Nate, amusement sparking in tired steel eyes. “Don’t think I’d mind that much.” A playful tease before Sunjata’s attention lands on Sam again, his scarred and tattooed hand outstretched for the redhead. “You should go home.” An offering, an opening? But his outstretched hand closes abruptly as his view of Sam shifts to something else, something of Korofi and another red-haired man that had caused more than enough trouble for Sunjata to last lifetimes. Yet another deceit, so it seems.
“Graasvoel. Haal die fok uit my huis uit.” His lip turns down in distaste and a sudden bout of anger, giving a moment to let Sam collect himself and leave. His hand shifts to claws, promising that he’d make the Ascended get out, even as his feathers flare further, muscles coiling for a fight.
Haal die fok uit my huis uit. - get the fuck out of my house
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.
