SUNJATA
the flood
Ronin sets the saucer down and his hitchhiker leaves to swoop down for it, leaving Sunjata a moment to roll his shoulders and his neck to get used to the weight again of there being nothing but his typical horns there which he draws back into himself as well. His gaze lifts as he takes another sip of the tea to listen to Ronin’s words of wisdom, which are things that Sunjata’s been feeling for a while but never quite wanting to admit out loud.
The grin grows wider as Ronin mentions they can make something sweet in secret. The grin that’s there only grows a bit brighter, hungrier. “Cakes and tarts and cookies.” He smirks, before it falls into a huff of a laugh. “I’m shit at cooking both, though. Shit at cooking at all actually.” His brows pinch together a second before he’s shaking his head, snorting. “Wonder if they make any peppermint extract from the bark.” He considers for a second, head cocking slightly.
The grin grows wider as Ronin mentions they can make something sweet in secret. The grin that’s there only grows a bit brighter, hungrier. “Cakes and tarts and cookies.” He smirks, before it falls into a huff of a laugh. “I’m shit at cooking both, though. Shit at cooking at all actually.” His brows pinch together a second before he’s shaking his head, snorting. “Wonder if they make any peppermint extract from the bark.” He considers for a second, head cocking slightly.
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
