SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
A low hum slips from him as he nips at his neck, adding yet another mark to the others she’s left on his skin. He reaches around her, however, with a soft snort of a laugh, pulling the cigarette out and bringing it to his lips, handing her the box of matches as he brings out the other glass and decanters. She moves to light his cigarette and when the flame of the match reaches the end of the cigarette he drags on it to suck the flame in. The cherry ignites and smoke curls around his nose as he exhales.
But he’s otherwise occupied, lifting the decanter with water to pour into the glass, before he sets it down to grab the glass and hand it to her, his ring clinking against the glass as he does so. “Water it is.” He agrees with a hum of smoke, letting her take a sip of the water first before swapping both the cigarette and glass for her and himself. His right hand still wrapped around her hip, strokes gently, and he watches her curiously.
But he’s otherwise occupied, lifting the decanter with water to pour into the glass, before he sets it down to grab the glass and hand it to her, his ring clinking against the glass as he does so. “Water it is.” He agrees with a hum of smoke, letting her take a sip of the water first before swapping both the cigarette and glass for her and himself. His right hand still wrapped around her hip, strokes gently, and he watches her curiously.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
