if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
The woman turns and there’s something somewhat familiar about her despite Sunjata’s inability to place it. He scans her face, spying that coyness that’s suddenly there, reflected in more amusement on his own scarred face. “A thing for Frey?” He asks, ever more intrigued. He takes a few steps closer, as to inspect the things she’s working with – rocks and sticks and wondering what exactly the goal was in this case.
“I suppose you’re in luck then, given that I’m one of their demigods.” A brighter smile is given toward the woman, a flash of pale teeth as he settles in beside her, still trying to get a grasp of what she’s doing. “Are you trying to hit things or throw them?” He asks, cocking his head relatively avian-like as he tears his gaze away to look back at her, waving a lightning scarred hand in front of him to create some amount of water, enough to lift one of the sticks and send it up into the air.
“I suppose you’re in luck then, given that I’m one of their demigods.” A brighter smile is given toward the woman, a flash of pale teeth as he settles in beside her, still trying to get a grasp of what she’s doing. “Are you trying to hit things or throw them?” He asks, cocking his head relatively avian-like as he tears his gaze away to look back at her, waving a lightning scarred hand in front of him to create some amount of water, enough to lift one of the sticks and send it up into the air.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
