SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
There’s only one place he knows to go — and it isn’t even his own bar. The one he’d built to replace the one he’d burned down years ago.
No, instead of the blue and copper accented VlamVloed, the Flood seeks out red. The Dusklight is welcoming in a way most brothels and bars are to him — he’s Frey’s demigod, after all. This is his domain. And yet, rather than the swanning, cocky, confident demigod he should be portraying…
It’s a broken thing that steps into the Dusklight, ignoring each and every look that greets him, seeking out the bar and a hopefully familiar blonde behind it — to request paper and ink, to send a letter announcing that he’d failed.
Again.
He makes the mistake of not looking up at the bar when his scarred hand flattens against it, palm down and feathers sparking through his hair and tattooed shoulders. “Is.. Danta in?” Comes the quiet request, eyes flitting up to search, when his hEARs pick up an accented comment of ’do you think he is lost?’
No, instead of the blue and copper accented VlamVloed, the Flood seeks out red. The Dusklight is welcoming in a way most brothels and bars are to him — he’s Frey’s demigod, after all. This is his domain. And yet, rather than the swanning, cocky, confident demigod he should be portraying…
It’s a broken thing that steps into the Dusklight, ignoring each and every look that greets him, seeking out the bar and a hopefully familiar blonde behind it — to request paper and ink, to send a letter announcing that he’d failed.
Again.
He makes the mistake of not looking up at the bar when his scarred hand flattens against it, palm down and feathers sparking through his hair and tattooed shoulders. “Is.. Danta in?” Comes the quiet request, eyes flitting up to search, when his hEARs pick up an accented comment of ’do you think he is lost?’
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
