temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
As she gives him that sly look and her voice airs, Sunjata can’t help the playful grin that blooms on his face, the way her lips twist with her amusement. Sunjata can’t help the soft chuckle, still drawing eyes at how much lighter he seems to be.
He agrees, however, preferring his to the others — he’s never visited Stormbreak’s, but he had indulged at the Halenani. Here, he simply watches over, having yet to participate. Though as he explains his issue with not expanding his office yet, he realizes it may have come off differently, and silently curses at himself internally. “It’s on the wall opposite of my bed!” He says with a hand raised as if it might ward her off, snorting lightly.
He’d show her, but a few of Isla’s things still remain in there and it likely wouldn’t be his best idea. So he doesn’t offer it, instead focusing on the bartender as Hotaru orders her drink — a part of him surprised she’s getting alcohol at all. “The usual.” His favorite, smoked whiskey in a glass, no ice.
It doesn’t take the bartender long to finish their drinks and Sunjata offers him a soft “thanks,” before departing the bar with her still on his arm, guiding her to one of the better seats in the place. “So, anyway, I usually meet with most people here. Until I expand the loft, then it will be more dedicated.” He snorts, flashing her a small crooked smile.
He agrees, however, preferring his to the others — he’s never visited Stormbreak’s, but he had indulged at the Halenani. Here, he simply watches over, having yet to participate. Though as he explains his issue with not expanding his office yet, he realizes it may have come off differently, and silently curses at himself internally. “It’s on the wall opposite of my bed!” He says with a hand raised as if it might ward her off, snorting lightly.
He’d show her, but a few of Isla’s things still remain in there and it likely wouldn’t be his best idea. So he doesn’t offer it, instead focusing on the bartender as Hotaru orders her drink — a part of him surprised she’s getting alcohol at all. “The usual.” His favorite, smoked whiskey in a glass, no ice.
It doesn’t take the bartender long to finish their drinks and Sunjata offers him a soft “thanks,” before departing the bar with her still on his arm, guiding her to one of the better seats in the place. “So, anyway, I usually meet with most people here. Until I expand the loft, then it will be more dedicated.” He snorts, flashing her a small crooked smile.
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.
