i saw you comin' with the gun in your hands
You’re not getting it. Sunjata rumbles, the irritation clear in his accented voice. Go to one of them, you’re not needed here. Not what’s become his sole shrine, call it jealousy or defensiveness or anything else. But as far as Sunjata was concerned, Deimos didn’t need to be here.
He supposes there’s a few ways of making sure of that. So he watches instead as Deimos picks up the gourds and tosses them with what appears to be juvenile glee, and the dragon rolls his eyes, a glimmer of light slipping through his throat. You’re not wanted here. An invitation for Deimos to collect whatever gourds he wanted and leave, otherwise the glowing light in Sunjata’s throat grows brighter and brighter, crackling around his maw.
He supposes there’s a few ways of making sure of that. So he watches instead as Deimos picks up the gourds and tosses them with what appears to be juvenile glee, and the dragon rolls his eyes, a glimmer of light slipping through his throat. You’re not wanted here. An invitation for Deimos to collect whatever gourds he wanted and leave, otherwise the glowing light in Sunjata’s throat grows brighter and brighter, crackling around his maw.
i can't want this, i can't want this
SUNJATA
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.
