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 flatters him, and perhaps that’s her intention to fill his ego, but Sunjata won’t find a reason to complain. He sits opposite of her as she takes her hand, the one that had been clasped with his, and presses her fingertips to her lips — another little note Sunjata picked up on. He looks around the brothel, steel gaze taking in the warm interior, before a soft chuckle leaves him and he finds her face again. “Easily when priorities change. The Refuge was what people needed at the time. The House of Midnight is more like a personal project.” A casual shrug is given as he stretches out, stretching his long legs.
His lips part to mention that she’s welcome to stay her until LongNight ends, before she continues on in regards to his generosity, sparking his curiosity. “I have the ability to be generous these days.” Something he indulges in, in a self spiraling cycle of trying to atone for his previous mistakes. All things he doesn’t mention in particular.
Regardless, a hand waves slightly to get the waiter’s attention to bring some drink and food over, and the second the waiter arrives he mentally rumbles a note of getting her a room with clean clothes situated to the Attuned so that it can be in order by the time she’s done. “What made you decide to wander through at this time of the year?” He probes casually, that curious smile remaining on his face all the while.
His lips part to mention that she’s welcome to stay her until LongNight ends, before she continues on in regards to his generosity, sparking his curiosity. “I have the ability to be generous these days.” Something he indulges in, in a self spiraling cycle of trying to atone for his previous mistakes. All things he doesn’t mention in particular.
Regardless, a hand waves slightly to get the waiter’s attention to bring some drink and food over, and the second the waiter arrives he mentally rumbles a note of getting her a room with clean clothes situated to the Attuned so that it can be in order by the time she’s done. “What made you decide to wander through at this time of the year?” He probes casually, that curious smile remaining on his face all the while.
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.
