// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
A compressed rubber chicken is exactly what he thinks she sounds like the second he gives her the freedom she requested, and it’s hard for Sunjata to hide the laughter that threatens to rumble out of his chest as his hand is offered to help her out of bed, to cupping her face and smoothing out the tangle of golden strands. It’s a parting touch as he makes his way down the hallway toward their kitchen, putting on water to boil and to get the coffee ready.
He should know better than to assume she’d take too long to join him, evidenced by the way he sets the filter into the pour over glass and fills it with already ground coffee in anticipation for the water to boil. A snort slips from the Flood, hands dropping to her arms, running his calloused fingertips over the delicate bones of the back of her hand. “Oh,” he starts to say with a laugh, turning in her arms to flash her a crooked grin. “You know, as any good business owner, that you can’t just go around sharing all your secrets, no matter how pretty she is asking.” Flashing her a roguish wink, Sunjata chuckles lightly under his breath. “Maybe it really is a drug.” He suggests, playfully bouncing his scarred brows before reaching for where they’d stored the pastry, deftly (and well practiced), maneuvering around her while still keeping her pressed against him.
He should know better than to assume she’d take too long to join him, evidenced by the way he sets the filter into the pour over glass and fills it with already ground coffee in anticipation for the water to boil. A snort slips from the Flood, hands dropping to her arms, running his calloused fingertips over the delicate bones of the back of her hand. “Oh,” he starts to say with a laugh, turning in her arms to flash her a crooked grin. “You know, as any good business owner, that you can’t just go around sharing all your secrets, no matter how pretty she is asking.” Flashing her a roguish wink, Sunjata chuckles lightly under his breath. “Maybe it really is a drug.” He suggests, playfully bouncing his scarred brows before reaching for where they’d stored the pastry, deftly (and well practiced), maneuvering around her while still keeping her pressed against him.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
SUNJATA
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.
