// 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 //
She searches his eyes and his steel meets her pebble blues, seeing the truth in her words. Still, it sparks a soft laugh from him, a slight wince and wrinkle of his nose as he exhales a long slow sigh. “I have a tendency to forget that.” He admits, despite how Frey’s changes to him have certainly added to his appeal, it isn’t something he thinks of often. It’s like an addition to who he already is, never quite imagining he’s just a walking billboard of being Frey’s, which is kind of what he’s become.
As evidenced by the comment after the cheers while he shows her the floral tattoos that start to mar his skin and fade away as his skin dries, his gaze lifting up to meet Isla’s with his own chuckle and roll of his broad shoulders. “I guess I have to look the part, huh?” He teases, amusement flickering on his face as her previous comment starts to take root. “I can heal with my magic now, though. And make a shield. And the shift is a hydra, which yes - if you cut one of the heads off two more will grow.” He adds on the latter bits, things that were more useful than just how he looked, even if the hydra one seemed like a perfect fuck you to anyone wanting to literally chop his head off.
As evidenced by the comment after the cheers while he shows her the floral tattoos that start to mar his skin and fade away as his skin dries, his gaze lifting up to meet Isla’s with his own chuckle and roll of his broad shoulders. “I guess I have to look the part, huh?” He teases, amusement flickering on his face as her previous comment starts to take root. “I can heal with my magic now, though. And make a shield. And the shift is a hydra, which yes - if you cut one of the heads off two more will grow.” He adds on the latter bits, things that were more useful than just how he looked, even if the hydra one seemed like a perfect fuck you to anyone wanting to literally chop his head off.
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.
