temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
It makes him wonder what kind of man Niki’s teacher had been, to warrant that comment in turn. Or, perhaps it’s better to let those thoughts lie, leaving them behind in favor of stoking up a fire to warm the room. Niki’s response earns a snort from the Flood, a shrug of his broad tattooed shoulders. “I suppose that’s true.” He won’t stop him if he insists, but he also doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to.
Sunjata’s dealt with worse. At least the couch would be comfortable — far more than the hard earth outside and the potential void beasts lingering in the dark. He’d be lucky to get any sleep at all.
He sits back on his heels once the fire comes to life, pulling his gaze away from it when Niki speaks, distracted he assumes, though for why he isn’t entirely sure (he might be sex Frey’s demigod but he often forgets he was meant to be attractive). His wings rustle with the inquiry, while the wing in question stretches out far. “Oh. My father, uh, broke it.” His nose wrinkles with the memory before he shrugs. “He did it to my dragon shift, but, it’s reflected in this one too.” He runs a hand along the top of the wing, smoothing out black, navy feathers before he casts a glance back toward Niki. “I can fly with it, at least, but it does get sore earlier.”
Sunjata’s dealt with worse. At least the couch would be comfortable — far more than the hard earth outside and the potential void beasts lingering in the dark. He’d be lucky to get any sleep at all.
He sits back on his heels once the fire comes to life, pulling his gaze away from it when Niki speaks, distracted he assumes, though for why he isn’t entirely sure (he might be sex Frey’s demigod but he often forgets he was meant to be attractive). His wings rustle with the inquiry, while the wing in question stretches out far. “Oh. My father, uh, broke it.” His nose wrinkles with the memory before he shrugs. “He did it to my dragon shift, but, it’s reflected in this one too.” He runs a hand along the top of the wing, smoothing out black, navy feathers before he casts a glance back toward Niki. “I can fly with it, at least, but it does get sore earlier.”
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.
