SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
He can hear her rummaging around down beneath the desk and he starts to lean over it about the time her hand appears with the clear vial. His brows immediately pinch together and he withdraws a fraction, eyes finally lifting from the cup to look at her as he utters a baffled “what?” He knows what it’s for, but he isn’t here for that in-depth of a check up.
And besides, when it came to those he’s slept with? Well, Isla’s the only one as of late.
She looks exhausted and the smile that graces his face in greeting is softer, warmer at her apology. “It’s okay. You’ve been busy and it’s slowed down, thought maybe we could talk and get lunch.” Get her away from it for a little bit, now that it’s picked up. Right now, there’s a lull, and he’s sure that everyone would let her take a bit of time to herself after everything she’s been doing for the House of Midnight.
And besides, when it came to those he’s slept with? Well, Isla’s the only one as of late.
She looks exhausted and the smile that graces his face in greeting is softer, warmer at her apology. “It’s okay. You’ve been busy and it’s slowed down, thought maybe we could talk and get lunch.” Get her away from it for a little bit, now that it’s picked up. Right now, there’s a lull, and he’s sure that everyone would let her take a bit of time to herself after everything she’s been doing for the House of Midnight.
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
