SUNJATA
the flood
“I’ll take it.” Sunjata chimes easily, flashing an amused grin Jack’s way. Seven settles on his shoulders comfortably, a purred perfect that has Sunjata quietly elated, though he doesn’t let it show as he raises the glass to his lips – fighting around the end of the tail of the cat that tries to get in the way of it. At the mention of being soft on the inside, Sunjata huffs a quiet laugh. “I don’t think it’s soft.” He protests, albeit weakly. He just liked taking care of the strays, it seemed.
Nate hasn’t complained yet, at least, not officially.
As for whether she’ll be joining them on the Ark, Sunjata’s steel gaze flickers over toward Jack with a bit of interest, a raise of his brow. And for a moment he considers asking Jack whether or not he thought it would work, but he thinks better of it as he focuses on the cat sprawled along his shoulders, reaching up with a freehand to scratch at her cheek. “How often are you going to be in the mood to predict those storms, Seven?” He asks her instead, amusement clear in the tones of his voice – his father and the traumas of earlier all forgotten with the warmth of alcohol in his stomach and the cat sprawled out on his shoulders.
Nate hasn’t complained yet, at least, not officially.
As for whether she’ll be joining them on the Ark, Sunjata’s steel gaze flickers over toward Jack with a bit of interest, a raise of his brow. And for a moment he considers asking Jack whether or not he thought it would work, but he thinks better of it as he focuses on the cat sprawled along his shoulders, reaching up with a freehand to scratch at her cheek. “How often are you going to be in the mood to predict those storms, Seven?” He asks her instead, amusement clear in the tones of his voice – his father and the traumas of earlier all forgotten with the warmth of alcohol in his stomach and the cat sprawled out on his shoulders.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
