SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
“Of course I don’t need an excuse.” He assures her, an easy quip back as he smirks to her. “I’m the Governor.” And arguably one of the most powerful men in Torchline, though he doesn’t say that part. It doesn’t feel right, given everything else. So he settles, focusing on her and her breathing, on the feel of her warmth atop him that does wonders to surprisingly ground him, adrift in the ocean.
As for both? Well, he can’t help but to offer another breathy hum of a laugh, the water crashing against his chest and her side this time. He takes a deep breath, scanning her face, running his hand up and down her side if only to have something to do. His head tilts back as he considers it, the view, watching her wait for his answer with a hint of hidden amusement. “I think the view isn’t what I expected when I set out today.” He pauses, because it isn’t coming out right — a standard theme of his. “It’s beautiful, though.” His hand rises again, drawing his fingertips along her side to her ribs, lingering there as he peers up at her.
He’s quietly thankful for the distraction she brings in the form of her against his skin, in the playful teasing tones she offers, in the way their breaths mingle and her hands run along his bronze skin, navy tattoos, and scars.
As for both? Well, he can’t help but to offer another breathy hum of a laugh, the water crashing against his chest and her side this time. He takes a deep breath, scanning her face, running his hand up and down her side if only to have something to do. His head tilts back as he considers it, the view, watching her wait for his answer with a hint of hidden amusement. “I think the view isn’t what I expected when I set out today.” He pauses, because it isn’t coming out right — a standard theme of his. “It’s beautiful, though.” His hand rises again, drawing his fingertips along her side to her ribs, lingering there as he peers up at her.
He’s quietly thankful for the distraction she brings in the form of her against his skin, in the playful teasing tones she offers, in the way their breaths mingle and her hands run along his bronze skin, navy tattoos, and scars.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
