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?
“Oh I haven’t got a clue.” He teases her as her finger swipes against his lower lip, before he’s taking the cigarette back and she’s finishing the water, moving to pour the rum. He’s content to remain as he is, lazily stroking at her side, watching as she brings the rum back. She presses the glass into his hand before plucking the cigarette from his lips and he swiftly raises the glass to his lips, taking an easy drink of it, before the claws distract him — amusement lingering in his gaze at the way she snuggles into him.
Another snort leaves him, fingers reaching up to pluck the cigarette from her own lips, slipping the glass back into her hand. “What a terrible casualty.” He drawls, rolling his eyes playfully, reaching over to tap the ash off the cigarette, before he brings it to his lips and takes another deep inhale, exhaling through his nose. “I am sure you have more. Other colors, too, or do you only wear black?” He raises a brow at her, despite the way he seems to lean back just a bit more in the chair, taking another drag from the cigarette.
Another snort leaves him, fingers reaching up to pluck the cigarette from her own lips, slipping the glass back into her hand. “What a terrible casualty.” He drawls, rolling his eyes playfully, reaching over to tap the ash off the cigarette, before he brings it to his lips and takes another deep inhale, exhaling through his nose. “I am sure you have more. Other colors, too, or do you only wear black?” He raises a brow at her, despite the way he seems to lean back just a bit more in the chair, taking another drag from the cigarette.
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.
