temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
“We make pretty good warning signs.” Sunjata drawls a little – imagining them all at Flora’s beck and call, rest in peace to whomever decided to cross her enough that she did call upon them. A blessing and a boon for the Queen of Torchline, he supposes.
All those thoughts vanish, though, as the gin touches his tongue and it’s airy and light like nothing he’s had here, especially as he compliments it and dives back in for another sip – this one sticking around longer to try and taste all the separate notes (does that make him an alcoholic to be able to tell each ingredient? Or is it just the fact it’s harder for him to get fucked up by it that he can enjoy the little pieces that make the whole?)
Relishing in the next sip, the smile that tugs on his face is softer and somehow a tinge nostalgic for a space he’s never been, shaking his head a bit ruefully. “I’ve never gone to the Draig.” He admits, wondering if he should but finding that he’d quite literally had no reason to ever before. “I guess I'll have to go take a trip and see what I've been missing?”
All those thoughts vanish, though, as the gin touches his tongue and it’s airy and light like nothing he’s had here, especially as he compliments it and dives back in for another sip – this one sticking around longer to try and taste all the separate notes (does that make him an alcoholic to be able to tell each ingredient? Or is it just the fact it’s harder for him to get fucked up by it that he can enjoy the little pieces that make the whole?)
Relishing in the next sip, the smile that tugs on his face is softer and somehow a tinge nostalgic for a space he’s never been, shaking his head a bit ruefully. “I’ve never gone to the Draig.” He admits, wondering if he should but finding that he’d quite literally had no reason to ever before. “I guess I'll have to go take a trip and see what I've been missing?”
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.
