temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
“You’re welcome.” He cuts himself off before he adds heuningby, unsure if it were even his place these days to return to old nicknames for his niece. Instead, he simply drains the rest of his glass before he pours some of the water from the jug into his own, returning his steel gaze back to the fiery young woman when she speaks, then turns to show off the bracelet around her ankle, and he’s just about to comment on it when her laughter and sway and attempt to hold herself up on the barrel comes to the surface.
He laughs alongside her, however, pretending to go along with it. Pretending that she’d done that little dance and balance loss on purpose, before he’s reaching for that glass again to fill it for her once more. “Where would you put the other one?” He asks, remembering the variety of them she often bore, one that sat around her wrist that turned into a bow and arrow, specifically. Either way, a smile still tugs on his face, feeling some ease in this conversation, unsure if it’s how much alcohol she’s had or that he might have a chance to fix what he’d broken between them.
He laughs alongside her, however, pretending to go along with it. Pretending that she’d done that little dance and balance loss on purpose, before he’s reaching for that glass again to fill it for her once more. “Where would you put the other one?” He asks, remembering the variety of them she often bore, one that sat around her wrist that turned into a bow and arrow, specifically. Either way, a smile still tugs on his face, feeling some ease in this conversation, unsure if it’s how much alcohol she’s had or that he might have a chance to fix what he’d broken between them.
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.
