// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
A hum of a laugh is surrounded by a cloud of smoke, a playful roll of his eyes as he lets the hard conversations disperse, favoring this attempt they both have to try and make the air lighter. “I never said training with you.” He points out, knowing full well that he surpassed most these days, which is why he tends to train with others in a way that benefits them more than he does himself. “But I suppose if a dramatic montage where you can watch my muscles work can be done.” He flashes her a wink.
The fond smile she offers and the dramatics of the image she paints into his head has him finishing off the cigarette, amusement clear in his face and painting the bond in swaths of softer comfort. “I’m relatively confident my scars do the intimidation enough. I’m like a walking hazard to the people of Stormbreak.” His lips quirk in an amused twist, of course, before he’s stepping closer to her to show her the magic as it surrounds them in a shield.
She spins and he watches her, even while the magic swirls the water around them, clear that his eyes still remain only for her even if this part of his set of abilities were still so new to him. “Do you want to see more?” He asks curiously, fully content to lay out everything that he can to her so she can see everything he’s working with, and perhaps (probably) offer plenty more great advice for how he can use it.
The fond smile she offers and the dramatics of the image she paints into his head has him finishing off the cigarette, amusement clear in his face and painting the bond in swaths of softer comfort. “I’m relatively confident my scars do the intimidation enough. I’m like a walking hazard to the people of Stormbreak.” His lips quirk in an amused twist, of course, before he’s stepping closer to her to show her the magic as it surrounds them in a shield.
She spins and he watches her, even while the magic swirls the water around them, clear that his eyes still remain only for her even if this part of his set of abilities were still so new to him. “Do you want to see more?” He asks curiously, fully content to lay out everything that he can to her so she can see everything he’s working with, and perhaps (probably) offer plenty more great advice for how he can use it.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
