temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
There’s a large part of him glad that he doesn’t need to elaborate – that there’s some deepened fear that seeing how different the Grounds has become might change those very distinct memories of where he’d met his other half. He isn’t sure whether or not he wants to chance it, should the clinic not be there, or the ruins where they’d first started down the road that would lead to disaster. So he nods, instead, letting his agreement meld with her own offering, intending to do precisely that.
As for the Spire, however, his nose remains wrinkled from thinking of the Oasis to the shitty dark spire that always seemed to loom over them wherever it was they looked next. “I’d be surprised, given it was only half standing to begin with.” His memories aren’t fully intact, but he does recall someone crashing into it and wrecking half of it. Though, it’s possible Isla while she ruled had worked to fix that in the hopes they might one day use the Spire as a weapon.
Only things hadn’t quite gotten that far, unfortunately.
The question of Phoebe does spark a soft laugh to leave him. “Yeah. She stayed at the Refuge with her son. I don’t think she was pleased at first to know that she was not the only Frey demigod these days.” But she’d softened – deciding that while she was the nurturing part of reproduction, Sunjata had geared himself toward the far more sexual and playful aspects of them. So he hadn’t minded. “She still knows how to get under my skin.” A huff leaves him as he reaches for a shot to down while Melita nibbles on the bread.
Speaking of deities, however. “How are things with you and Ludo?” He asks, wondering if the trickster god had continued to keep her in its favorites.
As for the Spire, however, his nose remains wrinkled from thinking of the Oasis to the shitty dark spire that always seemed to loom over them wherever it was they looked next. “I’d be surprised, given it was only half standing to begin with.” His memories aren’t fully intact, but he does recall someone crashing into it and wrecking half of it. Though, it’s possible Isla while she ruled had worked to fix that in the hopes they might one day use the Spire as a weapon.
Only things hadn’t quite gotten that far, unfortunately.
The question of Phoebe does spark a soft laugh to leave him. “Yeah. She stayed at the Refuge with her son. I don’t think she was pleased at first to know that she was not the only Frey demigod these days.” But she’d softened – deciding that while she was the nurturing part of reproduction, Sunjata had geared himself toward the far more sexual and playful aspects of them. So he hadn’t minded. “She still knows how to get under my skin.” A huff leaves him as he reaches for a shot to down while Melita nibbles on the bread.
Speaking of deities, however. “How are things with you and Ludo?” He asks, wondering if the trickster god had continued to keep her in its favorites.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
