SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Her cheek nestles against the top of his head, and he exhales softly while resting his head along her shoulder. He can feel the way her hands trace over his shoulder, along his neck, to his back — goosebumps rising in the surface and spiraling out from where her hand rests. So he holds her tighter, closer together as he can, nestling his head against her skin.
Her lullaby is soft, recognizable, and he smiles faintly against her skin in some amusement toward what she’s doing. “Do you want me asleep so soon?” He rumbles quietly to her, hoarse voice and filled with exhaustion and a certain softness. But he knows by the tune alone that she’s happy, and somewhere that’s really all he needs to know.
He’s happy too, for the little moment in time he can get for it, these little moments of bliss.
Her lullaby is soft, recognizable, and he smiles faintly against her skin in some amusement toward what she’s doing. “Do you want me asleep so soon?” He rumbles quietly to her, hoarse voice and filled with exhaustion and a certain softness. But he knows by the tune alone that she’s happy, and somewhere that’s really all he needs to know.
He’s happy too, for the little moment in time he can get for it, these little moments of bliss.
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.
