temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
“You’re welcome.” He says, offering a brighter smile to Niki as he flashes one over toward him in turn. It’s a smile that remains but looks a touch more fake as he finds out it’s an old funeral parlor, even more so to find out that the man in front of him doesn’t use those parts of the building anymore.
He supposes it’s only fair with how many near death experiences the Flood has under his belt. “Oh, huh.” His hand ruffles through his hair as he takes in the building with a new perspective, relieved that it smells like tea tree and peppermint rather than ammonia. It’s a welcome relief.
Following the gestures of where everything was, the Flood flashes him a grateful smile as he takes a step toward Niki, warm hand lifting to squeeze his shoulder gently. “Thanks again.” He hesitates a little, grateful for the less oppressive sensation inside the home than the woods had started to become before he withdraws and heads toward the room pointed out to be the living room. Opening the door to slip inside in search for the couch.
He supposes it’s only fair with how many near death experiences the Flood has under his belt. “Oh, huh.” His hand ruffles through his hair as he takes in the building with a new perspective, relieved that it smells like tea tree and peppermint rather than ammonia. It’s a welcome relief.
Following the gestures of where everything was, the Flood flashes him a grateful smile as he takes a step toward Niki, warm hand lifting to squeeze his shoulder gently. “Thanks again.” He hesitates a little, grateful for the less oppressive sensation inside the home than the woods had started to become before he withdraws and heads toward the room pointed out to be the living room. Opening the door to slip inside in search for the couch.
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.
