temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
“You’re not imposing.” Sunjata’s quick to alleviate her worries on that front – especially with how stuffy the brothel has gotten today with the show he’d had to give downstairs. He wouldn’t hate to stretch his wings, anyway. So when she brightens and speaks of Mourn, Sunjata’s smile grows too – the scar on his cheek tugging lopsidedly as he nods, lips parting to speak right before he promptly shuts them down at the work she shows him.
He leans over the desk a little to inspect it, steel eyes focusing on each intricate detail of the Greatwood (a space he had been unwelcome for so long now that it seemed bizarre to see all the places on a map). “That’s amazing.” Sunjata says, running his fingers along the edge of the book, scanning over the flora and fauna she’d noted. He takes, perhaps a little too long, taking it all in as his smile softens a fraction and he hands it back to her. “We can start with Mourn, then. We can fly there if you have a winged shift, or you can catch a ride with me.” As a Pegasus or dragon – though something tells him that when he’d met her on that branch high up in the jungle that she likely had an attuned shift capable of heights.
He leans over the desk a little to inspect it, steel eyes focusing on each intricate detail of the Greatwood (a space he had been unwelcome for so long now that it seemed bizarre to see all the places on a map). “That’s amazing.” Sunjata says, running his fingers along the edge of the book, scanning over the flora and fauna she’d noted. He takes, perhaps a little too long, taking it all in as his smile softens a fraction and he hands it back to her. “We can start with Mourn, then. We can fly there if you have a winged shift, or you can catch a ride with me.” As a Pegasus or dragon – though something tells him that when he’d met her on that branch high up in the jungle that she likely had an attuned shift capable of heights.
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.
