SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Oh, he doesn’t expect that response. And it’s certainly one that does paint images in his mind, heats his blood, quickens the pulse within his veins. He’s half tempted to respond with something witty and playful, if it weren’t for the fact that she seems so certain that he’ll come around to the idea. And so he leaves it as is, choosing to listen to the next part of the conversation while he wraps his minds around the implications – Ronin’s voice in the back of his mind with the warning still bleeding through a small amount.
At least, talk of Fae and danger, of their numbers, acts like cold water upon him – standing up a bit straighter but not quite moving just yet out of her reach. “Would you consider them a threat?” He questions, a bit more point blank, a bit more of that calculating mind of his working as the gears begin to spin. “Or are they only a threat to the Ascended?” Which, given the Mathair, he supposes he’s not surprised.
At least, talk of Fae and danger, of their numbers, acts like cold water upon him – standing up a bit straighter but not quite moving just yet out of her reach. “Would you consider them a threat?” He questions, a bit more point blank, a bit more of that calculating mind of his working as the gears begin to spin. “Or are they only a threat to the Ascended?” Which, given the Mathair, he supposes he’s not surprised.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
