// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
His head tilts opposite of where Petronella’s head sits over his shoulder and he lifts a brow in response to the question Tal proposes, breaking his concentration on the Messenger while the new glass is handed to him – this one he sips from slower. “Friends, huh?” Sunjata asks, once he’s swallowed the rough sip of the alcohol, settling in as he scans the other man’s face.
It's his turn to be a bit surprised and sheepish, though, amusement leaking from him as he huffs a soft little laugh. “Heard of it, yeah. Never been.” He doesn’t know whether it would be a good or bad thing to appear in the brothel’s building. He figures he’s kind of a celebrity these days amongst the Frey crowd, and seeing as brothels tend to fall under that familiar art, he doesn’t know whether it would be a fan club or tugging him away to see what exactly he was made of.
The smile twists, crookedly because of the scar, and he concedes with a nod. “We can go and ask if they have anything. I’m not sure if other brothels tend to sell their items.” It couldn’t hurt to try, he supposes, since they’re here already.
It's his turn to be a bit surprised and sheepish, though, amusement leaking from him as he huffs a soft little laugh. “Heard of it, yeah. Never been.” He doesn’t know whether it would be a good or bad thing to appear in the brothel’s building. He figures he’s kind of a celebrity these days amongst the Frey crowd, and seeing as brothels tend to fall under that familiar art, he doesn’t know whether it would be a fan club or tugging him away to see what exactly he was made of.
The smile twists, crookedly because of the scar, and he concedes with a nod. “We can go and ask if they have anything. I’m not sure if other brothels tend to sell their items.” It couldn’t hurt to try, he supposes, since they’re here already.
dance me to the end of love
SUNJATA
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.
