SuNJATA
the flood
“This is me trying.” He huffs back to her, despite it not being entirely true. He’d kissed Maea then, after a couple of weeks of being good and doing his best, before he’d broken down and kept the secrets within him, buried down. Regardless, his glass of water arrives, and he only stares at it before looking around, until the feeling sets in and sets his insides aflame.
He tries to stop her fiddling with the ring, watching her startle and snap at him. And gods how irritated she is. He removes his hand from her, staring at her with all seriousness as he can muster, cheeks aflame and his frustration evident from a different reason. “Stop playing with it.” A rough command, watching her in the hopes that she’ll listen. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if she doesn’t.
He tries to stop her fiddling with the ring, watching her startle and snap at him. And gods how irritated she is. He removes his hand from her, staring at her with all seriousness as he can muster, cheeks aflame and his frustration evident from a different reason. “Stop playing with it.” A rough command, watching her in the hopes that she’ll listen. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if she doesn’t.
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.
