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 huff of a laugh leaves him at her comment, an agreement made as he ushers her out toward the living room again, down the stars, and departs her side to reach the closet. Blankets are pulled, one of the furs handed to her before he’s stepping over toward the space before the fireplace, spreading out a few of the others, dipping into that dragon and avian side of his soul that’s content making a space that’s safe. Haai has already nestled in her own upstairs, and Sunjata focuses on trying to perfect this one without the griffin’s help.
He doesn’t do too poorly at it, all things considered, and he reaches over to tug some of the pillows left on the couch back down to the little makeshift nest. And when he’s done, he sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs as he lifts his gaze to her. “Well, not my best, but it should do.” He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, before he’s extending his lightning scarred hand to her to help her in. “I’ve, uh, I haven’t really slept as this in a while.” He admits with an almost awkward dip of his head.
“So if there’s blue feathers in the bed when you wake up, well, I’ve warned you.” He tries to recover, pasting on a swift and almost believable smile.
He doesn’t do too poorly at it, all things considered, and he reaches over to tug some of the pillows left on the couch back down to the little makeshift nest. And when he’s done, he sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs as he lifts his gaze to her. “Well, not my best, but it should do.” He offers with a shrug of his shoulders, before he’s extending his lightning scarred hand to her to help her in. “I’ve, uh, I haven’t really slept as this in a while.” He admits with an almost awkward dip of his head.
“So if there’s blue feathers in the bed when you wake up, well, I’ve warned you.” He tries to recover, pasting on a swift and almost believable smile.
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.
