temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
He does take note of the scar. But it’s a brief thing when he sees the moth come to life and then vanish again, and it makes him wonder if the will o wisp laying limply beside Niki when they’d met back up last night was also part of it. But, without commenting on it, the Flood drifts further in — snagging a mug as Niki explains (even though he’s a guest and doesn’t have to explain himself to Sunjata).
Still, he’s grateful for it, and it’s clear in his body language that he doesn’t mind whether it’s normal magic or not. “Don’t be sorry.” He starts to say. “I haven’t seen that kind before.” The offer is open for him to explain more should he wish to as he starts to pour coffee into the dark green mug he’d picked.
Adding a bit of sugar to it, Sunjata lets it cool as he leans against the counter. “I actually slept the best I have in days. Thanks again.” He offers a slanted, crooked smile from the scar on his face.
Still, he’s grateful for it, and it’s clear in his body language that he doesn’t mind whether it’s normal magic or not. “Don’t be sorry.” He starts to say. “I haven’t seen that kind before.” The offer is open for him to explain more should he wish to as he starts to pour coffee into the dark green mug he’d picked.
Adding a bit of sugar to it, Sunjata lets it cool as he leans against the counter. “I actually slept the best I have in days. Thanks again.” He offers a slanted, crooked smile from the scar on his face.
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.
