so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
All Sunjata can offer is a hum of a sound in agreement. And honestly, Frey’s correct in everything they’re saying, but with the way their hands travel the last thing they can feel is disappointment or disheartening. The feelings start to take root only to be squashed with the mirrored sensation from Frey that he can feel as if it’s to himself.
Any thoughts zip out of his head, eyes following Frey’s movements, a bark of a laugh leaving him in agreement. “Probably not.” Rolling his shoulders back, he straightens up a fraction, trying to pull his gaze away but the sensation continues and he’s struck with a thought. “What about… Something that could teleport me and another person to the room?” The question leaves his lips in an inadvertent huskiness, the way he gaze seems to shadow with lust and desire though he doesn’t dare himself to step closer to Frey.
Any thoughts zip out of his head, eyes following Frey’s movements, a bark of a laugh leaving him in agreement. “Probably not.” Rolling his shoulders back, he straightens up a fraction, trying to pull his gaze away but the sensation continues and he’s struck with a thought. “What about… Something that could teleport me and another person to the room?” The question leaves his lips in an inadvertent huskiness, the way he gaze seems to shadow with lust and desire though he doesn’t dare himself to step closer to Frey.
me and my friends are lonely
i always figured i'd be the one to die alone
SUNJATA
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.
