i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Sunjata softens the second Melita doesn’t seem to bristle from his current prospects, and even offers a small little compliment even with the wave of the fork as she eats the food he’s quietly so proud to have made edible. “I’ve never seen Stormbreak’s, but it is the goal.” A small smile tugs on his lips before he takes another small bite. It was no secret that he’d indulged in Torchline’s brothel once Maeve had owned it, and the few times he’d been in Stormbreak he’d certainly not had that on his mind.
As for the Grounds, the subject shifts towards sneers and distaste, and Sunjata lets her explain while he quietly chews on a few bites of steak before following it with a sip of water. “That’s a shame.” He says of the Spire, exhaling a soft sigh. “It’s got to be strange to look at, seeing things that are familiar and things that have completely changed.” Things he isn’t sure he wishes to experience, so it’s likely he’ll still be doing his best to avoid the Grounds the best he can. “Does it still feel… Weird? Like something’s going to happen?” He asks, unable to let his curiosity die down.
As for the Grounds, the subject shifts towards sneers and distaste, and Sunjata lets her explain while he quietly chews on a few bites of steak before following it with a sip of water. “That’s a shame.” He says of the Spire, exhaling a soft sigh. “It’s got to be strange to look at, seeing things that are familiar and things that have completely changed.” Things he isn’t sure he wishes to experience, so it’s likely he’ll still be doing his best to avoid the Grounds the best he can. “Does it still feel… Weird? Like something’s going to happen?” He asks, unable to let his curiosity die down.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
