SUNJATA
the flood
holding back the flood,
in this skyscraper town
Somehow, her praise over Sunjata’s perfect pancake, does make him brighten a bit. Quite a lot actually, as a low rumble of a laugh leaves him, forgetting about all the sorrows and the things that weigh on him. “Not sure we have enough batter for that, liefde. Let’s see how far we get, hm?” He asks, cocking his head toward her as he pours more batter into the pan and waits for them to bubble before grabbing the spatula in an attempt to be prepared to flip it when it’s ready.
His attention returns to her completely, though. “Then you can get one when you’re older.” He agrees, so long as the same statement applies. She has to be older. “What if you don’t like the design you pick now when you’re seventeen?” He asks, raising a brow with amusement. As for her flying, that still isn’t tied into the tattoos, and he’s halfway prepared an explanation when she knocks the spatula out of his hand and it goes flying.
Which of course is during the time the pancake should be flipped.
So he moves to set her on the counter, grabbing the spatula and rinses it off, just in time to flip the pancake to spy a couple of burnt edges. It wasn’t inedible, though, and he leans over to her as he waits for that side to cook. “It’s okay. We have to be careful in the kitchen, though. You could get hurt.” He raises a brow to her, ensuring briefly that there isn’t any immediate danger nearby. He certainly won’t let her get near the stove, though. “Do you want to be a bird? Or… A bat? Or… a bug?” He asks with a crooked smile as he continues his attempt at pancakes.
His attention returns to her completely, though. “Then you can get one when you’re older.” He agrees, so long as the same statement applies. She has to be older. “What if you don’t like the design you pick now when you’re seventeen?” He asks, raising a brow with amusement. As for her flying, that still isn’t tied into the tattoos, and he’s halfway prepared an explanation when she knocks the spatula out of his hand and it goes flying.
Which of course is during the time the pancake should be flipped.
So he moves to set her on the counter, grabbing the spatula and rinses it off, just in time to flip the pancake to spy a couple of burnt edges. It wasn’t inedible, though, and he leans over to her as he waits for that side to cook. “It’s okay. We have to be careful in the kitchen, though. You could get hurt.” He raises a brow to her, ensuring briefly that there isn’t any immediate danger nearby. He certainly won’t let her get near the stove, though. “Do you want to be a bird? Or… A bat? Or… a bug?” He asks with a crooked smile as he continues his attempt at pancakes.
you gave all that sweat and blood,
now you think you're gonna drown
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.
