SUNJATA
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
“Here, so far.” He quips back with an amused smirk. As far as he was concerned, he figured it would be the last. After all, he’d taken Torchline from Remi when it had become too much and similarly with Isla to take over the Hollowed Grounds in order to remove any conflicts of interest with her closeness with Remi. Other than that? This safe haven was the only space Sunjata’d truly made from a vision himself, helped along by the people – some of whom are here now – as well as divine intervention.
Either way, her own quip has that scarred brow of his rising, a soft snort leaving him as he shakes his head. He knows he shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t say much of getting close to her, but there was something fun about Phoebe when she wasn’t tearing at his throat for the things he’d done to her that he can’t help but to be equally tentatively drawn in. “I think you know the best way to show it.” He drawls, flashing a wink of playfulness as he follows her through the garden and into the clinic.
The building is well put together, large windows to let light in as well as curtains for privacy – with the main entrance for record keeping and a few smaller rooms for exams off to the side, Sunjata folds his arms across his chest and leans against the doorframe, waiting for her reaction. “What do you think?” He asks softly.
Either way, her own quip has that scarred brow of his rising, a soft snort leaving him as he shakes his head. He knows he shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t say much of getting close to her, but there was something fun about Phoebe when she wasn’t tearing at his throat for the things he’d done to her that he can’t help but to be equally tentatively drawn in. “I think you know the best way to show it.” He drawls, flashing a wink of playfulness as he follows her through the garden and into the clinic.
The building is well put together, large windows to let light in as well as curtains for privacy – with the main entrance for record keeping and a few smaller rooms for exams off to the side, Sunjata folds his arms across his chest and leans against the doorframe, waiting for her reaction. “What do you think?” He asks softly.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
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.
