SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
He could delve into the worse things they call him, but he doesn’t for once. Instead, he simply tilts his head lightly, peering up at her curiously, watching and waiting for whatever it was she planned to say next. “What might those be?” He asks, his tones easy if not entirely curious what her thoughts were on the matter, what nicknames she might give him if given the chance. Purely out of curiosity of course, but curiosity often killed the cat.
She doesn’t falter when the wave crashes, doesn’t as his hand remains there to support her and she relieves the tension in his shoulders, in his chest, in all the spaces where he lets it sit and grow and grow until it’s all he is. “Oh, quite dreary.” He murmurs, playfully if not a bit distracted by the way her hand runs through his hair, along his neck. His jaw tenses briefly as he watches her steal that exhale, so many memories of himself stealing the smoke off Nate’s exhale.
But he scans her face instead, reaches into himself to stop extending his partial shift as his soul has been doing, the orca shift crawling up his hips to his stomach, a smooth surface beneath her that might become too slippery. He pauses tear his gaze away from her to spy the storm clouds that break overhead, shimmering in hues of pinks and purples through the moody grey skies. And with it comes a sharper gust of wind, one that has a particularly large wave coming toward them. “Hold on.” He informs her, wrapping his arms around her to spin them slightly so avoid the majority of the wave, to roll a fraction with the after current. But they come back up again, Sunjata helping her to the surface with ease, as if the large wave hadn’t bothered him at all.
She doesn’t falter when the wave crashes, doesn’t as his hand remains there to support her and she relieves the tension in his shoulders, in his chest, in all the spaces where he lets it sit and grow and grow until it’s all he is. “Oh, quite dreary.” He murmurs, playfully if not a bit distracted by the way her hand runs through his hair, along his neck. His jaw tenses briefly as he watches her steal that exhale, so many memories of himself stealing the smoke off Nate’s exhale.
But he scans her face instead, reaches into himself to stop extending his partial shift as his soul has been doing, the orca shift crawling up his hips to his stomach, a smooth surface beneath her that might become too slippery. He pauses tear his gaze away from her to spy the storm clouds that break overhead, shimmering in hues of pinks and purples through the moody grey skies. And with it comes a sharper gust of wind, one that has a particularly large wave coming toward them. “Hold on.” He informs her, wrapping his arms around her to spin them slightly so avoid the majority of the wave, to roll a fraction with the after current. But they come back up again, Sunjata helping her to the surface with ease, as if the large wave hadn’t bothered him at all.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
