SuNjATA
the flood
Sunjata snickers lightly with the idea of either a large prank or being tormented for the rest of the year, unsure which he’d rather have — knowing that if he voices any of it, she’d simply be going opposite of his choice anyway. So he’d gladly leave it for her to decide as he rolls back onto his spine, letting the water lap against his body.
“Fully shifted? Basically.” He teases her back, but remains easily in the sand, looking nothing short of a siren pretending to relax only to strike when Isla approaches, eyes shut and finally in some semblance of what could be considered peace for the demigod for the first time in years.
He knows she approaches, though, especially as the seaweed is draped and he grimaces slightly, hand snapping out to grab her wrist, eyes opening to look up at her with a tilt of his head. “What’d you have in mind?” He asks gently, missing the entirely of the suggestive tone with the remnants of the seaweed stuck to his forehead.
“Fully shifted? Basically.” He teases her back, but remains easily in the sand, looking nothing short of a siren pretending to relax only to strike when Isla approaches, eyes shut and finally in some semblance of what could be considered peace for the demigod for the first time in years.
He knows she approaches, though, especially as the seaweed is draped and he grimaces slightly, hand snapping out to grab her wrist, eyes opening to look up at her with a tilt of his head. “What’d you have in mind?” He asks gently, missing the entirely of the suggestive tone with the remnants of the seaweed stuck to his forehead.
would you run away with me?
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.
