// say it like you mean it, do you trust me now?
call it like you see it, are we burning out? //
call it like you see it, are we burning out? //
It is a very quick trip for him from Torchline to Stormbreak, and the second he’s received word, the Flood’s trajectory of returning home immediately shifts toward the floating city. Now, rather than climb up all of the steps to the office that Dahlia finds herself in, the Flood opts for something else. His fuzzy bat shift, taking him up and up and up in relatively erratic flight given the shift he’s in, but he crests over the railing to hover beside the Reaper, before he’s shifting into himself.
His boots hit the ground with a surprising amount of grace, and he wears a dark navy shirt that clings to him along with the dark jeans worn, flashing her a smile of greeting before he’s boldly reaching out to pull Dahlia in for a chaste kiss to her cheek. “You look lovely.” He hums to her as he pulls away, sure that she’ll fill him in on his requested presence before he speaks any further.
His boots hit the ground with a surprising amount of grace, and he wears a dark navy shirt that clings to him along with the dark jeans worn, flashing her a smile of greeting before he’s boldly reaching out to pull Dahlia in for a chaste kiss to her cheek. “You look lovely.” He hums to her as he pulls away, sure that she’ll fill him in on his requested presence before he speaks any further.
the flood
// i wish you could feel it like i do
everything i've done, i do it all for you //
everything i've done, i do it all for you //
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.
