SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Her answer gives him something to do, and so he takes her glass and fills it with water while her other words reach his ears and he snorts. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to drink.” He hums with a small amount of amusement, reaching for another glass and pouring her some of the whiskey as well — before turning to hand her both glasses. And once she’s grabbed them he reaches for his own, needing to quell the tightness within his chest, within his stomach.
He downs nearly half of the glass he’s poured, setting the glass on the top of the table as he swallows down against the incessant burning in his throat. “It’s my favorite, so it's a bit rough.” He tells her, steel gaze lifting to scan her face, his voice a bit hoarse from the intensity of the burn.
But the quirk to the corner of his lips seems to suggest its gentle teasing, or perhaps a playful warning.
He downs nearly half of the glass he’s poured, setting the glass on the top of the table as he swallows down against the incessant burning in his throat. “It’s my favorite, so it's a bit rough.” He tells her, steel gaze lifting to scan her face, his voice a bit hoarse from the intensity of the burn.
But the quirk to the corner of his lips seems to suggest its gentle teasing, or perhaps a playful warning.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
