// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
“You strike quite the compelling argument, Isla.” Sunjata rumbles, preceding a huff of laughter that rumbles through his chest. But he’s more than content to set off down the street with her, long legs making it easy to keep up as she follows the familiar to her path to her home. The green door is what he notices first, followed by her comment of the Prince. “I suppose I might be a jealous companion too if I spent a bunch of years as a… Slimey creature.” Sunjata murmurs a bit softer, almost in conspiracy, as if the Prince might just pop his head up like some kind of terrible jack in the box at his comment.
He looks around the porch as she gets her keys out, unlocks the door, and Sunjata steps in quickly and quietly after her, that soft smile still playing on his lips. “This is great.” He hums, appreciating the homeyness of it, (and perhaps feeling a smidge homesick himself). Without her saying much else, though, Sunjata makes a bee-line to the couch, taking a seat before he leans forward to pull out the candy and set them all out on the table, his steel gaze lifting to her with an amused smirk. "You get to pick what we set aside for Ludo and then pick one for us to try."
He looks around the porch as she gets her keys out, unlocks the door, and Sunjata steps in quickly and quietly after her, that soft smile still playing on his lips. “This is great.” He hums, appreciating the homeyness of it, (and perhaps feeling a smidge homesick himself). Without her saying much else, though, Sunjata makes a bee-line to the couch, taking a seat before he leans forward to pull out the candy and set them all out on the table, his steel gaze lifting to her with an amused smirk. "You get to pick what we set aside for Ludo and then pick one for us to try."
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
