SuNJATA
the flood
She doesn’t see him, and he’s half tempted to shake her to bring her out of it – wondering what he can do to try and break the spell that’s cast on her. And with it, he nearly begins before she speaks again and he filters it away, waking up more and more with the seriousness of the conversation. He shivers beneath the look she gives him, but when she grabs his arms does he almost flinch under the pressure and surprise.
She looks through him, and he seeks her gaze as well, trying to find her beneath it all. And when he’s unsuccessful, he strokes his thumbs along her cheeks, curling his fingertips into her hair, edging closer with an almost desperate look crossing his gaze with concern. “Maea.” He repeats for the third time, louder, stroking her face a bit harder in the attempts to pull her out of her distraction. To talk to him, to come back.
She looks through him, and he seeks her gaze as well, trying to find her beneath it all. And when he’s unsuccessful, he strokes his thumbs along her cheeks, curling his fingertips into her hair, edging closer with an almost desperate look crossing his gaze with concern. “Maea.” He repeats for the third time, louder, stroking her face a bit harder in the attempts to pull her out of her distraction. To talk to him, to come back.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
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.
