hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
Shifting back into himself as he hits the snow as well, it’s with a very visible shiver that racks down the Flood’s spine as he tucks his wings back behind him, the hooked talon protruding over his shoulders as he shoots Ronin a very not sorry lopsided smirk. “What was?” It’s playful and distracting enough for him to shove his gloved hands into his pockets, looking quite out of place amongst the snow.
Sure, he’s bundled up, but Sunjata has never been one for snow or cold, and he looks like he doesn’t know what to do with it as his boots crunch through it, packing it beneath his feet into an almost slick surface.
He isn’t looking at the caves, thankfully, still unfamiliar with any kind of wintry landscapes and how things have changed as of late. But his steel gaze swivels to the empty cave, to Ronin as he watches him immediately dive toward it.
Curiosity kills the cat, as it were, and so he trails after the White Knight, peering around for whatever made the movement that caught Ronin’s eye — still coming up empty. “Are you sure you saw something?”
Sure, he’s bundled up, but Sunjata has never been one for snow or cold, and he looks like he doesn’t know what to do with it as his boots crunch through it, packing it beneath his feet into an almost slick surface.
He isn’t looking at the caves, thankfully, still unfamiliar with any kind of wintry landscapes and how things have changed as of late. But his steel gaze swivels to the empty cave, to Ronin as he watches him immediately dive toward it.
Curiosity kills the cat, as it were, and so he trails after the White Knight, peering around for whatever made the movement that caught Ronin’s eye — still coming up empty. “Are you sure you saw something?”
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
