temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
It’s true, he isn’t in a place to be found just right this moment. But that doesn’t mean he’s off premises. No, he’s been counting inventory in the back, hidden away in the little overstock department, ducked down where it’s difficult to see if anyone’s there, let alone him at his full height. Luckily, though, it’s a job that’s completed relatively quickly, and the Flood departs to head to the bar to slip the inventory list in the drawer when he’s told by the bartender that someone had been looking for him.
It isn’t an uncommon thing for people to be looking for him here of all places, but with the way that the bartender seemed to pick up on some hint of her not seeming like she’d intentionally come here for any other reason than to talk to him? That captures his attention a bit more. And even more so, it’s easy to spot Sohalia as he heads in her direction, most notably by the man blocking her way, gripping heavily onto her arm.
He's got a reputation here at the House of Midnight, and with a love of the dramatics, Sunjata will always go all in if only to ensure that it’s such a spectacle that perhaps whoever it was might not ever return, especially with those unsavory intentions. The horns appear, curling around his head, his dragon wings sprouting from his back and curling in as he cuts in, taking the man’s hand off of Sohalia’s arm. “Are you deaf?” He’s far more graceful this time than the first time they met. “If that’s how you intend to spend your time here, then you're going to leave my establishment.” He announces with all the regality of his voice, from years of learning how to command a room from his father.
Sunjata even goes the extra mile of stepping toward Sohalia, one of those leathery bat wings curling around her protectively, staring down the other man as if determining whether or not he was going to give in and leave or if he wanted to start a fight.
It isn’t an uncommon thing for people to be looking for him here of all places, but with the way that the bartender seemed to pick up on some hint of her not seeming like she’d intentionally come here for any other reason than to talk to him? That captures his attention a bit more. And even more so, it’s easy to spot Sohalia as he heads in her direction, most notably by the man blocking her way, gripping heavily onto her arm.
He's got a reputation here at the House of Midnight, and with a love of the dramatics, Sunjata will always go all in if only to ensure that it’s such a spectacle that perhaps whoever it was might not ever return, especially with those unsavory intentions. The horns appear, curling around his head, his dragon wings sprouting from his back and curling in as he cuts in, taking the man’s hand off of Sohalia’s arm. “Are you deaf?” He’s far more graceful this time than the first time they met. “If that’s how you intend to spend your time here, then you're going to leave my establishment.” He announces with all the regality of his voice, from years of learning how to command a room from his father.
Sunjata even goes the extra mile of stepping toward Sohalia, one of those leathery bat wings curling around her protectively, staring down the other man as if determining whether or not he was going to give in and leave or if he wanted to start a fight.
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.
