SuNJATA
the flood
“Oh, right,” He says, huffing a laugh at his forgetfulness, the lack of needing to host anyone in a while prevalent in his actions. The fire starts and he steps away, grabbing a large plush towel to hand her, before returning back toward the flame, back toward it so he can start drying off.
He regards his decorating skills before his gaze lands back on her, a shrug offered. “I think mine is still a touch rich.” Arms fold across his chest, even the complaint being made means little to him. He was a rich kid, not just new rich, but old blood wealthy, similar to Isla’s own Duchess status. A different world; sure, but the same. “Do you want some tea or something?” He asks, craving the need to do something with his hands.
He regards his decorating skills before his gaze lands back on her, a shrug offered. “I think mine is still a touch rich.” Arms fold across his chest, even the complaint being made means little to him. He was a rich kid, not just new rich, but old blood wealthy, similar to Isla’s own Duchess status. A different world; sure, but the same. “Do you want some tea or something?” He asks, craving the need to do something with his hands.
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.
