i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Hmm.” Comes the low, accented rumble, gaze drifting as do his thoughts the second after he comments on the House of Midnight being open for this long. “Thank you.” A crooked smile is shit her way, letting his gaze take her in completely the second she scoots to the edge of her seat. And given her reaction to the fruit thus far, something seems to tell him it might be an exact opposite with the sharp burn of the whiskey when it hits her tongue.
So he mirrors her, legs drawing back so he can scoot closer, reaching out to offer the glass to her with his lightning scarred hand. “I will warn you, it’s not nearly as sweet as the fruit.” His hand withdraws to brush against the scar that sits on his face, propping his head up by the same hand, wholly fixated on her and her reaction to it.
So he mirrors her, legs drawing back so he can scoot closer, reaching out to offer the glass to her with his lightning scarred hand. “I will warn you, it’s not nearly as sweet as the fruit.” His hand withdraws to brush against the scar that sits on his face, propping his head up by the same hand, wholly fixated on her and her reaction to it.
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.
