temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
It is surprisingly comfortable – with the task granted and Sunjata diligently focused on it (it’s the least he can do, obviously), and it’s been some time since he’s had a task he’s had to focus on the minute details on. So silence overwhelms them welcomingly, even as there’s a slight distraction to notice the fact that there’s a multitude of scars on the necromancer’s left arm – and taking note that he writes with his right.
Not that Sunjata can say much. His whole right arm is raised in crossing lightning strike scars, while he very clearly is scouting out the measurements with his left hand. It’s comfortable work, really, and his steel gaze looks up as Niki speaks, shaking his head already before he’s brushing loose curls out from his face, away from the freckles that dust his cheeks in constellations that span the bridge of his nose to disappear in the hair slightly greying at his temples. From here, he’d also likely be able to see the grey and white strands sneaking out of the crown of his head – not that Sunjata’s really old, but stress truly does a number on people.
“I don’t mind.” His own accent is heavier in the words, too, snagging the sharp shears with his dominant hand, sitting back with a focus to snip each portion of it off in distinct slices. His scarred brows are pinched slightly in the focus, and once he’s done cutting one out he starts a pile closer to Niki so that the abandoned can begin to file them.
Not that Sunjata can say much. His whole right arm is raised in crossing lightning strike scars, while he very clearly is scouting out the measurements with his left hand. It’s comfortable work, really, and his steel gaze looks up as Niki speaks, shaking his head already before he’s brushing loose curls out from his face, away from the freckles that dust his cheeks in constellations that span the bridge of his nose to disappear in the hair slightly greying at his temples. From here, he’d also likely be able to see the grey and white strands sneaking out of the crown of his head – not that Sunjata’s really old, but stress truly does a number on people.
“I don’t mind.” His own accent is heavier in the words, too, snagging the sharp shears with his dominant hand, sitting back with a focus to snip each portion of it off in distinct slices. His scarred brows are pinched slightly in the focus, and once he’s done cutting one out he starts a pile closer to Niki so that the abandoned can begin to file them.
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.
