temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Sunjata keeps his gaze trained on the offender, and for all intents and purposes almost appears as if he might breathe fire on him should he try to argue back. Alas, his dragon shift harbors lightning and no such kiss of flame, but the intimidation is enough to satisfy him for the moment. At least, long enough that he doesn’t lose it on the man as the spit comes close enough to his boot that it immediately flares frustration in addition to his newfound annoyed mood. A hand raises toward one of the house keepers, a quiet murmur of make sure he never gets back onto this property, before his attention is entirely captured by his guest.
He flashes her a soft smile, crooked with how the scar pulls on half of his face, and but he keeps the wing around her in case it alleviates some fear. “I’m so sorry, Sohalia.” He pauses, letting his apology cross the air between them. His gaze lifts toward the door where he can see the retreating figure of the drunkard, before he speaks again. “The House of Midnight is new, people think they can bend the rules.” They’ll learn how much of a terrible idea that is, however.
And it isn’t like he won’t be up for the fight, too, should it come to it.
For now though, she’s safe as can be. “Do you want to go somewhere else quieter?” The droning of voices and glasses moving are loud in the space, and she looks like she could use some air or a space to gather her thoughts.
He flashes her a soft smile, crooked with how the scar pulls on half of his face, and but he keeps the wing around her in case it alleviates some fear. “I’m so sorry, Sohalia.” He pauses, letting his apology cross the air between them. His gaze lifts toward the door where he can see the retreating figure of the drunkard, before he speaks again. “The House of Midnight is new, people think they can bend the rules.” They’ll learn how much of a terrible idea that is, however.
And it isn’t like he won’t be up for the fight, too, should it come to it.
For now though, she’s safe as can be. “Do you want to go somewhere else quieter?” The droning of voices and glasses moving are loud in the space, and she looks like she could use some air or a space to gather her thoughts.
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.
