// 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 //
“She was really nice.” Sunjata confirms with a soft hum, thinking back on the snowball company and how Mittens was absolutely definitely not nice. A thought that has him reaching up to scratch at Petronella’s shoulder again while Tal tries to figure out who Isla is. And while, yes, it was correct, she was also so much more. “Yeah. She also helped me build the House of Midnight.” He offers, before he looks down at his empty glass with a glimmer of sorrow – only briefly, before he masks it up. “And she saved my life on multiple occasions.” And he’d broken her heart at the end of it all anyway.
But they were still friends. She said she would still help. And it keeps him from delving too far into old ways. That and having Ru back home in the house he’d built for them.
His gaze snaps up at the question, though, his scarred brow rising as he snorts lightly and shakes his head. “It’s not because you stuck your boot in your mouth.” Sunjata shrugs, eliciting a mewl from Petronella. “I’ve already got the people I need for it. Lena for the animals, and Isla because we make a great team.” He exhales a soft sigh. “I don’t imagine it’ll be that different from making paths for dogsleds. Just need to be flatter and wider, probably.” Unfamiliar with dogsledding and any activities in snow that he is, Sunjata can only guess.
But they were still friends. She said she would still help. And it keeps him from delving too far into old ways. That and having Ru back home in the house he’d built for them.
His gaze snaps up at the question, though, his scarred brow rising as he snorts lightly and shakes his head. “It’s not because you stuck your boot in your mouth.” Sunjata shrugs, eliciting a mewl from Petronella. “I’ve already got the people I need for it. Lena for the animals, and Isla because we make a great team.” He exhales a soft sigh. “I don’t imagine it’ll be that different from making paths for dogsleds. Just need to be flatter and wider, probably.” Unfamiliar with dogsledding and any activities in snow that he is, Sunjata can only guess.
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.
