// corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last? //
could it be it's the same as the last? //
Maple was perfectly sweet enough to give that full bodied sweetness that he found sugar cane lacked, but he’d be happy to help supply a steady stream of it to the Hanged Man, perhaps in exchange for something sweet and tiki like. So he flashes her a bright, knowing smile, before the conversation shifts to a bit more serious nature.
One that has him staring at her somewhat slack jawed at her audacity, a deep rumbling chuckle leaving him soon after. “If it happens, you’ll be the first to know. Deal?” His lips slant more playful, lifting the glass in a small mock cheer.
He lets her doubt his words over Harper’s regret, because he knows the letter will perhaps answer more than he can — he wasn’t there, he doesn’t know anything more than the basic whispers over the issues deeply imbedded in Torchline’s shores. But he can mix her up another drink while she reads, acquiescing to her request as she opens the envelope.
And the second she finishes it and slouches, Sunjata’s reaching out to hand her the next glass. “It’s a lot of information, I know.” His offer and Harper stepping down, and he offers her an apologetic wince and a toast as he takes another sip, leaning over the bar with his arms braced against it. “I’m here to bounce ideas or thoughts off, if you want to get some of them off your chest.”
One that has him staring at her somewhat slack jawed at her audacity, a deep rumbling chuckle leaving him soon after. “If it happens, you’ll be the first to know. Deal?” His lips slant more playful, lifting the glass in a small mock cheer.
He lets her doubt his words over Harper’s regret, because he knows the letter will perhaps answer more than he can — he wasn’t there, he doesn’t know anything more than the basic whispers over the issues deeply imbedded in Torchline’s shores. But he can mix her up another drink while she reads, acquiescing to her request as she opens the envelope.
And the second she finishes it and slouches, Sunjata’s reaching out to hand her the next glass. “It’s a lot of information, I know.” His offer and Harper stepping down, and he offers her an apologetic wince and a toast as he takes another sip, leaning over the bar with his arms braced against it. “I’m here to bounce ideas or thoughts off, if you want to get some of them off your chest.”
the flood
// i swear i've seen your face elsewhere before
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
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.
