temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
“Thanks, Ronin.” Sunjata says softly, before his steel gaze focuses on Remi to hear — thankfully — that it’s the same way for them. Immediately, tension bleeds a bit from his shoulders as the Bastion mentions it being awkward, glad that he isn’t the only one that thinks so, allowing him to puff out a sigh of relief that spreads into a soft laugh. “Yeah, true.” He agrees with a light sigh, turning his attention back to Ronin at the mention of drinks, to which he plants an arm on the back of the booth and twists toward the bar, making eye contact with the bartender and a nod. He’ll know what to do.
Flashing a crooked smile that bunches up the scar back to the two demigods, Sunjata glances at the items on the table before his steel gaze dances between the two men opposite of him. “I uh, heard that you two aren’t Ludo’s or Safrin’s anymore. Congratulations.” And if there’s the briefest hint of a snarl under his breath as he says the starry goddess’ name, well, he can’t help it.
Thankfully, three glasses arrive and a variety of bottles — a savory red wine, a bottle of rum from Torchline, a bright and refreshing gin, and a smoked whiskey. Options we’re important to have, after all.
Sunjata immediately reaches for the bottle of smoked whiskey, pouring a decent amount of the amber liquid into his glass, gesturing for the two men to help themselves to whatever they liked from the flight the bartender had brought.
Flashing a crooked smile that bunches up the scar back to the two demigods, Sunjata glances at the items on the table before his steel gaze dances between the two men opposite of him. “I uh, heard that you two aren’t Ludo’s or Safrin’s anymore. Congratulations.” And if there’s the briefest hint of a snarl under his breath as he says the starry goddess’ name, well, he can’t help it.
Thankfully, three glasses arrive and a variety of bottles — a savory red wine, a bottle of rum from Torchline, a bright and refreshing gin, and a smoked whiskey. Options we’re important to have, after all.
Sunjata immediately reaches for the bottle of smoked whiskey, pouring a decent amount of the amber liquid into his glass, gesturing for the two men to help themselves to whatever they liked from the flight the bartender had brought.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
