SUNJATA
the flood
“Gods, what a kiss it is.” He replies incredibly smugly, a smirk crossing his face as he starts to disband his partial shift, not minding either way whether Vai watches or not. But tattooed skin flexes along his body once again, Safrin’s starry sleeves spinning slightly as the stars rotate within it. His gaze flickers back to her when she speaks next; his amusement fading incredibly quick.
She guides him off of the beach, his gaze focused on the path ahead until she comments how Devrum had gotten his shift. There’s some split second of horror, of memories that flicker back to the surface that he swallows down, feathers ruffling down his shoulders. “Oh.” He rumbles quietly, jaw feathering slightly as he turns to look back at Vai and offer a softer smile of an apology. “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say.
She guides him off of the beach, his gaze focused on the path ahead until she comments how Devrum had gotten his shift. There’s some split second of horror, of memories that flicker back to the surface that he swallows down, feathers ruffling down his shoulders. “Oh.” He rumbles quietly, jaw feathering slightly as he turns to look back at Vai and offer a softer smile of an apology. “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say.
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.
