we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
The glimmer of panic that’s shot toward him is only met with a charming and incredibly relaxed smirk – one that almost seems to prove that the Flood could be at home easily in any kind of brothel. Which… Isn’t entirely wrong. He’s visited plenty of them.
But, Sunjata watches as Tal approaches, almost feeling the anxiety as it bleeds from him with the questions, spying the attempts at being nonchalant, yet seeing through the cracks a little. It doesn’t matter though, given that the woman at the desk is warm and encouraging, kind in a way to not ward off anyone’s first time.
He can see when the disguise starts to settle easier on the courier and the grin that nearly almost fits. He’s distracted only when the question erupts and an accented chuckle slips from him and he steps forward to stand besideTal, Sah, to meet the woman’s gaze. “Perhaps giving him an idea of what they all are would be better so he knows which he may want a demonstration of.” He suggests, glancing down toward Tal briefly before looking back up at the woman, leaning against the desk easily. “Maybe something that screams Frey might be best.” While sure, they all could and often do relate to his deity, he knows enough to assume there had to be ones that were uniquely crafted in their ideals.
He should know, after all he was a product of such. While he doesn’t change his appearance the way Frey does, Sunjata’s scent does change, one that appeals to what everyone most desired when around him – a smell that wafts toward the woman as he leans against the desk and one that hovers by Tal with how close beside him he stands.
But, Sunjata watches as Tal approaches, almost feeling the anxiety as it bleeds from him with the questions, spying the attempts at being nonchalant, yet seeing through the cracks a little. It doesn’t matter though, given that the woman at the desk is warm and encouraging, kind in a way to not ward off anyone’s first time.
He can see when the disguise starts to settle easier on the courier and the grin that nearly almost fits. He’s distracted only when the question erupts and an accented chuckle slips from him and he steps forward to stand beside
He should know, after all he was a product of such. While he doesn’t change his appearance the way Frey does, Sunjata’s scent does change, one that appeals to what everyone most desired when around him – a smell that wafts toward the woman as he leans against the desk and one that hovers by Tal with how close beside him he stands.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
