SUNJATA
the flood
The sheer brightness that illuminates Aisha’s face that mimics the fangs of his own have him relaxing tenfold. And he sits across from her, elbows braced on the table, both arms now fully tattooed with starry, wave sleeves, that if one looks close enough might be able to see the stars shifting therein. “Always charitable for friends.” He tips her a wink with that, a quiet hum of a laugh leaving his throat before he’s taking a deep drink of his own glass.
At her mention of the Grounds, though, Sunjata casts his steel gaze around, watching people mill about before his attention returns to her with something that almost exudes a Cheshire grin. “That’s precisely why I got out when I could.” A quiet agreement – he wasn’t much of a fan of the Grounds, too many locked away memories he’d rather remain there. The only reason he was here at all was for his honeymoon, and the fact the Grounds had a room that certainly made visiting here worth his while.
“I’ve been good. I’m the Governor of Torchline, now.” He flashes her a wicked smirk with that, before leaning back in his seat and takes a sip of his drink again. “Other than that, not terrible. Picking fights with lava octopi and struck by lightning.” It comes off a bit casual, but he lets his right hand sit on the table, sure that Aisha would be able to spot the veins of pink that extend along his hand and hide beneath the tattoos.
At her mention of the Grounds, though, Sunjata casts his steel gaze around, watching people mill about before his attention returns to her with something that almost exudes a Cheshire grin. “That’s precisely why I got out when I could.” A quiet agreement – he wasn’t much of a fan of the Grounds, too many locked away memories he’d rather remain there. The only reason he was here at all was for his honeymoon, and the fact the Grounds had a room that certainly made visiting here worth his while.
“I’ve been good. I’m the Governor of Torchline, now.” He flashes her a wicked smirk with that, before leaning back in his seat and takes a sip of his drink again. “Other than that, not terrible. Picking fights with lava octopi and struck by lightning.” It comes off a bit casual, but he lets his right hand sit on the table, sure that Aisha would be able to spot the veins of pink that extend along his hand and hide beneath the tattoos.
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.
