SuNJATA
the flood
He remains completely impassive toward the bird ‘friend’ she’s made. He doesn’t care about it regardless — hell, there was literally nothing stopping her from finding a bird somewhere and keeping it as a pet. But this one, soon grows irritated just as Sunjata is, before taking off and leaving her alone. She goes to sit up and he lets his dark gaze wash over her.
He doesn’t have a response for any of the things she slurs to him, cheeks on fire from the bite of the frost and the alcohol now making its way through his bloodstream. “Come on.” He says, stepping into the snow and pulling his hands from his pocket, trying to pick her up by bracing his hands under her back and under her legs as he kneels down enough to be able to get back up.
He doesn’t have a response for any of the things she slurs to him, cheeks on fire from the bite of the frost and the alcohol now making its way through his bloodstream. “Come on.” He says, stepping into the snow and pulling his hands from his pocket, trying to pick her up by bracing his hands under her back and under her legs as he kneels down enough to be able to get back up.
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.
