SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
He doesn’t expect her to be so fervent about what the sock puppet does – given that he’s still about ninety percent sure it does fuck all, but it’s still amusing to watch her go off about it regardless. “The sionnach huh?” He asks, his accent absolutely butchering the word – letting it fall from his mouth in such a foreign strange way that he can’t help but to recover.
What comes after, though, has an actual bark of laughter leaving him, Sunjata posing his best charming grin and raised brow her way. “I’m not sure if it’ll be of good use on a Frey demigod, but alas…” He trails off to step closer to her, hand extended. “I’ll gladly take it off your hands.” Literally.
What comes after, though, has an actual bark of laughter leaving him, Sunjata posing his best charming grin and raised brow her way. “I’m not sure if it’ll be of good use on a Frey demigod, but alas…” He trails off to step closer to her, hand extended. “I’ll gladly take it off your hands.” Literally.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
