i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
She could clutch it however she wanted to — gods knew Sunjata’d held so many things close to his chest over the years. There would be no judgment, just a quiet understanding of it all. “You’re welcome, Mel.” He murmurs softly, moving to collect his dishes to get them off of the table, setting them in the sink before he returns, offering her a gentle smile.
“Hopefully.” He agrees with a soft airy laugh, exhaling into a sigh when she informs him that she intends to clean his lantern up this year. His hand lifts to run through his hair, resting on the back of his neck as he nods. “Yeah, I was planning on it too. Thought it could use a bit more red in it than I gave it, too.” He sinks into a chair again, contemplating what to add to it alongside the cleaning.
“Hopefully.” He agrees with a soft airy laugh, exhaling into a sigh when she informs him that she intends to clean his lantern up this year. His hand lifts to run through his hair, resting on the back of his neck as he nods. “Yeah, I was planning on it too. Thought it could use a bit more red in it than I gave it, too.” He sinks into a chair again, contemplating what to add to it alongside the cleaning.
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.
