my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
His hands rise in a placating motion, a soft laugh leaving him. “Hey, it isn’t like I’m doing it on purpose.” He lets the chuckle leave him as he focuses on what she has to say of this Cal. A dark brow rises at the mention of him liking the other man, and when the information of a list of all the things he likes that’s oddly specific, Sunjata can’t help but to bark another laugh. “Well, certainly sounds like the type I’d get along with.” He imagines Nate would do something quite similar to that when it came to being oddly specific about things.
Either way, he helps her rise to her feet and his gaze drops to the jewelry box as she lifts it to show him properly. “Hm.” He hums, reaching down to push around some of the jewels. Eventually, though, he turns over a pair of gold studded earrings with a decently sized ruby within each one. Picking those out, he brings one up to get a better look at it, before his gaze lands back on Isla. “These should do, thank you.” He flashes her a brighter grin before pocketing them. Red certainly isn’t his color, but it absolutely is Nate’s.
Either way, he helps her rise to her feet and his gaze drops to the jewelry box as she lifts it to show him properly. “Hm.” He hums, reaching down to push around some of the jewels. Eventually, though, he turns over a pair of gold studded earrings with a decently sized ruby within each one. Picking those out, he brings one up to get a better look at it, before his gaze lands back on Isla. “These should do, thank you.” He flashes her a brighter grin before pocketing them. Red certainly isn’t his color, but it absolutely is Nate’s.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
