SUNJATA
the flood
“We’re great.” Sunjata admits. Without the weight of the sickness weighing over him, without the trauma of prior seasons shadowing him, he seems happier, brighter, clearer than he has in months. It’s evident in the edge to his smile, the weight that’s been lifted from his shoulders.
It only changes at the slight raise of a brow as she dips the pastry into the wine, Sunjata leaning back to sip from his and relish in the cold, trying to imagine what prompted Vai to try that out. “Hey, he was a volunteer.” A wicked gleam of mischief sparkles in his steel before it fades the tiniest bit, a chuckle leaving him as he thinks on it.
He takes a few more bites, listening to her, amusement and mischief still glimmering in his gaze. “I wouldn’t get too excited. I’m going to need you to keep an eye on it again.” He begins, taking a sip from the wine again. “Shouldn't be too long, but Nate and I have… An arrangement in the Grounds that we’ve been looking forward to for a very long time.” He can’t help the wink sent her way as he leans back in the chair, peering at her to see her reaction.
It only changes at the slight raise of a brow as she dips the pastry into the wine, Sunjata leaning back to sip from his and relish in the cold, trying to imagine what prompted Vai to try that out. “Hey, he was a volunteer.” A wicked gleam of mischief sparkles in his steel before it fades the tiniest bit, a chuckle leaving him as he thinks on it.
He takes a few more bites, listening to her, amusement and mischief still glimmering in his gaze. “I wouldn’t get too excited. I’m going to need you to keep an eye on it again.” He begins, taking a sip from the wine again. “Shouldn't be too long, but Nate and I have… An arrangement in the Grounds that we’ve been looking forward to for a very long time.” He can’t help the wink sent her way as he leans back in the chair, peering at her to see her reaction.
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
