i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He can’t help himself but to watch as she discards the cherry stem and picks up the peach, a dark scarred brow rising as he tilts his head slightly. “I suppose if they burned up there shouldn’t be a crater.” Logistically speaking, at least. But that’s neither here nor there – something could’ve survived somehow and wandered off. Though of course, Sunjata’s mind leads it to strange otherworldly beasts of nightmares and lore rather than something human.
So instead he lets his gaze follow along the spill of juice from her full lips, followed by the way she licks her fingers clean and he finds himself taking a sip of the whiskey to distract his mind. “Exactly a year now, though I’m not unfamiliar with King’s End thankfully.” He says the second the alcohol has burned down his throat, returning that steel gaze back onto the woman before him and offering a small Cheshire smile. “It’s an addition of sorts, figuring that people needed a place like this out here in the middle of nowhere.”
So instead he lets his gaze follow along the spill of juice from her full lips, followed by the way she licks her fingers clean and he finds himself taking a sip of the whiskey to distract his mind. “Exactly a year now, though I’m not unfamiliar with King’s End thankfully.” He says the second the alcohol has burned down his throat, returning that steel gaze back onto the woman before him and offering a small Cheshire smile. “It’s an addition of sorts, figuring that people needed a place like this out here in the middle of nowhere.”
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.
