// 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 //
He doesn’t expect his probing to be taken in a way that Tal seems self conscious about, but the Flood listens regardless – head tilting slightly as he allows his avian shift to display a bit more. The steel of his gaze grows a hint more calculating, jaw working as he thinks of who Tal’s talking about while he continues, dropping little hints here and there when it dawns on him. “Thorn?” His accented voice rumbles, assuming that’s who he’s talking about. “He could probably use some friends. He doesn’t tend to get out much.” Though whether it was because he enjoyed his job that much or he had nothing else to do, Sunjata doesn’t know, nor does he ask.
He settles though, thinking now about Molly’s and how much of a disaster it could or couldn’t be, wondering just how much flirting he’d have to do to get out of doing anything else when Talyson’s appreciation reaches him and he focuses back in on the courier with a soft snort. “Can’t say it was what I was expecting but uh, happy to help?” His lips twist in that crooked and scarred smile, snorting after.
He settles though, thinking now about Molly’s and how much of a disaster it could or couldn’t be, wondering just how much flirting he’d have to do to get out of doing anything else when Talyson’s appreciation reaches him and he focuses back in on the courier with a soft snort. “Can’t say it was what I was expecting but uh, happy to help?” His lips twist in that crooked and scarred smile, snorting after.
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.
