SUNJATA
He takes a bit longer to come around, admitting a few things he otherwise wouldn’t. Truth be told, though, he doesn’t think anything of it. Finn is just a worker in a brothel, as far as Sunjata knows. Whatever said here would remain between them (it likely won’t, but again he doesn’t know). So he rises, after rousing himself enough, dripping onto the floor as he moves toward the closet off to the side and pulls out a towel for himself, rounding back toward Finn to hand him one, too.
“He is. But, Safrin cursed him or did something to him before LongNight. He went to the Voice to have it fixed and became a demigod through it.” Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a shrug as his gaze lands quite easily on Finn’s face. “And Safrin changed me, too, during that time. I hurt him when I touch him. I can only assume it’s something to do with fixing him from whatever Safrin did, and me… Being marked by her.” It made sense, right?
Regardless, he dries his hair in this time and the rest of his body, before he’s wrapping the towel around his waist, moving deeper into the bathroom toward his room. “You can stay if you want. I don’t mind the company.” He shrugs, pausing at the doorframe to turn back toward Finn with a raise of his brow. “I won’t be sleeping in the bed though.” He slips into the bedroom and begins to pull out blankets from the drawers off to the side, tossing them on the floor with a bunch of pillows to craft some sort of nest, tapping into his attuned side of his mind without quite realizing it fully.
“He is. But, Safrin cursed him or did something to him before LongNight. He went to the Voice to have it fixed and became a demigod through it.” Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a shrug as his gaze lands quite easily on Finn’s face. “And Safrin changed me, too, during that time. I hurt him when I touch him. I can only assume it’s something to do with fixing him from whatever Safrin did, and me… Being marked by her.” It made sense, right?
Regardless, he dries his hair in this time and the rest of his body, before he’s wrapping the towel around his waist, moving deeper into the bathroom toward his room. “You can stay if you want. I don’t mind the company.” He shrugs, pausing at the doorframe to turn back toward Finn with a raise of his brow. “I won’t be sleeping in the bed though.” He slips into the bedroom and begins to pull out blankets from the drawers off to the side, tossing them on the floor with a bunch of pillows to craft some sort of nest, tapping into his attuned side of his mind without quite realizing it fully.
take me by the hand but please don't want to know me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
