i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Once upon a time, sure.” Sunjata agrees softly, having moved far past the time where he believed that he should be chasing the danger. It gave more headaches and heartbreak than it was worth for him these days. And if there’s one thing Sunjata’s certainly feeling at this point in time, it’s that he doesn’t ever want to have to deal with that again. Still, he can’t help but to hear the dreamlike tone in which she says it, even as he retrieves the whiskey from the door before shutting it again and returning to her. It’s something he makes a mental note on, but doesn’t comment on it.
Especially not as he’s pouring them their drinks and she hands him his own glass – the Flood depositing the decanter on the bedside table, turning his steel gaze back onto her with a slightly raised brow. “Is that so?” He asks, having heard the same sentiment time and time again and still not understanding what it meant, taking a sip of the whiskey and letting it burn down his throat comfortably. “What have you heard?” That made him better than whatever it was she was pitting him against.
Especially not as he’s pouring them their drinks and she hands him his own glass – the Flood depositing the decanter on the bedside table, turning his steel gaze back onto her with a slightly raised brow. “Is that so?” He asks, having heard the same sentiment time and time again and still not understanding what it meant, taking a sip of the whiskey and letting it burn down his throat comfortably. “What have you heard?” That made him better than whatever it was she was pitting him against.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
