i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Don’t get me wrong, Frey certainly has their fingers in this. The rooms, for example, change depending on wherever you want to be.” A boon when one wanted to be in compromising areas without risking their actual safety. And it also kept the place feeling fresh when the rooms didn’t look the same day after day, fuck after fuck.
His gaze finds her again, scanning him like she’s trying to read him, and it’s a strange feeling that he doesn’t expect as he regards her and her ask of repayment. “Perhaps, but let’s get you settled in before figuring out all the logistics.” A casual shrug is offered, the sweater rippling with the movement as the waiter returns with food and drink to set on the end table beside her.
With the mention of meteorites, his gaze promptly snaps from the tray of food back to Dahlia’s face, a dark brow lifting. “I saw them too. I went out to investigate them, but came up empty. Shame we didn’t cross paths on the way.” And he pauses briefly, because he realizes he hasn’t asked another little detailed question – why was she even camping in King’s End at all? “Where are you from?” He asks curiously, as if trying to gain an idea of which direction she came from that would make it so he didn’t see her on the way back to the House of Midnight.
His gaze finds her again, scanning him like she’s trying to read him, and it’s a strange feeling that he doesn’t expect as he regards her and her ask of repayment. “Perhaps, but let’s get you settled in before figuring out all the logistics.” A casual shrug is offered, the sweater rippling with the movement as the waiter returns with food and drink to set on the end table beside her.
With the mention of meteorites, his gaze promptly snaps from the tray of food back to Dahlia’s face, a dark brow lifting. “I saw them too. I went out to investigate them, but came up empty. Shame we didn’t cross paths on the way.” And he pauses briefly, because he realizes he hasn’t asked another little detailed question – why was she even camping in King’s End at all? “Where are you from?” He asks curiously, as if trying to gain an idea of which direction she came from that would make it so he didn’t see her on the way back to the House of Midnight.
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.
