now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
It’s only recently become ruled by King’s End – though he finds it fair given that he’d created it. Of course he should have some say in what goes on within it’s boundary. As for the next comment, Sunjata’s smart about it, shrugging lightly. “Post war, it was. Now there’s little need for it politically.” A blatant lie, of course, but Sunjata’s charisma and the realization that void creatures can still pass through the confines of it prove that it isn’t the safety net it had once been. Especially if it doesn’t work on her, which he gleans absolutely fuck all on.
Though, from his past experiences he hasn’t encountered a single person that didn’t comment on it the second it happened. So perhaps that’s his clue. “Oh they do. I came from a place like that. No gods, just people that believed they were.” He pauses when she leans down to run her fingers along the greenery, only continuing when she’s satisfied with what she sees. And as they continue, it’s not an official whiskey distillery that they approach, but an old house that appears as though it hasn’t been lived in in a very long time.
Opening the door with ease, Sunjata gestures for her to enter first, and within the house despite the small traces of dust remaining from cleaning up, the living room is set with barrels and a table, complete with glasses and everything else required to see how many different variants of this new kind of whiskey turned out. And a well worn couch that Sunjata certainly hadn’t slept on for a year. "Sorry about the mess."
Though, from his past experiences he hasn’t encountered a single person that didn’t comment on it the second it happened. So perhaps that’s his clue. “Oh they do. I came from a place like that. No gods, just people that believed they were.” He pauses when she leans down to run her fingers along the greenery, only continuing when she’s satisfied with what she sees. And as they continue, it’s not an official whiskey distillery that they approach, but an old house that appears as though it hasn’t been lived in in a very long time.
Opening the door with ease, Sunjata gestures for her to enter first, and within the house despite the small traces of dust remaining from cleaning up, the living room is set with barrels and a table, complete with glasses and everything else required to see how many different variants of this new kind of whiskey turned out. And a well worn couch that Sunjata certainly hadn’t slept on for a year. "Sorry about the mess."
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
