SuNJATA
the flood
So perhaps the two of them are both vagrants, trying to find a new place in the world without as many memories. And with the Refuge, despite it harboring his combined last name with Nate, his husband hadn’t hardly spent any time there – it made it easier to not be such a painful place, seeking out a familiar face around each and every corner. Perhaps it’s what draws him back time and time again.
If she had the Attuned bond, he might have mentioned that the Pegasus shift was too pretty for him to wear often, not quite imagining that it fit well enough for him, but he can’t and he idly waits for her to clamor onto his back, a snort leaving him shortly before she announces that she’s ready. His wings spread and he takes flight, ensuring that she can hold on well enough through the rain, and before too long they’re at the entrance of the Refuge, just before the designated markers make sure people know not to try to fly in (because the shifts wouldn’t work anymore and that would be an uncomfortable fall).
So he lands, waits for her to slip off his back, before he shifts back and starts to head into the Refuge with her alongside him. “My place isn’t too far from here. Then we can dry off.” He murmurs, casting a glance back toward her before offering her arm so as to help guide her. And before much more time has passed, a building still well lived in comes into sight, with a red door and a few dying plants on the porch are immediately in sight. He doesn’t lock his home here, not feeling the need to with how little actually remained inside (and would he care if someone came along and stole some of the things? In this mental state, no, he likely wouldn’t.)
He lets her in first before following after her, shrugging out of the soaked outer shirt he wears and drapes it over the little coat rack on the inside before closing the door behind them. Inside, there isn't much to look at. A hearth set by a comfortable looking couch with plenty of throw blankets, a few books scattered about, and a few empty glasses and bottles of how he's been attempting to cope and sleep through the night are all left behind.
If she had the Attuned bond, he might have mentioned that the Pegasus shift was too pretty for him to wear often, not quite imagining that it fit well enough for him, but he can’t and he idly waits for her to clamor onto his back, a snort leaving him shortly before she announces that she’s ready. His wings spread and he takes flight, ensuring that she can hold on well enough through the rain, and before too long they’re at the entrance of the Refuge, just before the designated markers make sure people know not to try to fly in (because the shifts wouldn’t work anymore and that would be an uncomfortable fall).
So he lands, waits for her to slip off his back, before he shifts back and starts to head into the Refuge with her alongside him. “My place isn’t too far from here. Then we can dry off.” He murmurs, casting a glance back toward her before offering her arm so as to help guide her. And before much more time has passed, a building still well lived in comes into sight, with a red door and a few dying plants on the porch are immediately in sight. He doesn’t lock his home here, not feeling the need to with how little actually remained inside (and would he care if someone came along and stole some of the things? In this mental state, no, he likely wouldn’t.)
He lets her in first before following after her, shrugging out of the soaked outer shirt he wears and drapes it over the little coat rack on the inside before closing the door behind them. Inside, there isn't much to look at. A hearth set by a comfortable looking couch with plenty of throw blankets, a few books scattered about, and a few empty glasses and bottles of how he's been attempting to cope and sleep through the night are all left behind.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
