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
He really is imposing, isn’t he? Nor had he misjudged when Danta had said the other Ancient was prickly. He sees that look, the slip, and a stubborn streak blooms in his chest as he flashes a softer smile toward Danta. “I can’t control it well enough to actually give off light, unfortunately.” Maybe ignoring the other man was all he needed to do? He can’t get a read on him.
He certainly can’t when he’s then asked about explaining the House of Midnight — and honestly, it was the last thing he was expecting to have to do. He wasn’t anticipating the idea that he needed to advertise it. So he downs the whiskey easily, barely feeling a burn as he goes to add scotch to the glass. “The rooms can change to whatever you want them to be. You just have to imagine it.” He answers, before moving on, not dwelling on that as he tops off his glass and peers through the room to see the couch, nodding to Danta’s comment.
That’s, of course, when the apology hits, Sunjata’s brows pinch as he focuses back on the butcher. “No, that’s fair. I’m sorry to impose. But.. I have a variety of shifts so I’ll probably just sleep as a dog on the couch, if it helps any.” Maybe that would soothe the butcher some?
Or, perhaps better yet, he leaves that to Danta’s capable hands.
He certainly can’t when he’s then asked about explaining the House of Midnight — and honestly, it was the last thing he was expecting to have to do. He wasn’t anticipating the idea that he needed to advertise it. So he downs the whiskey easily, barely feeling a burn as he goes to add scotch to the glass. “The rooms can change to whatever you want them to be. You just have to imagine it.” He answers, before moving on, not dwelling on that as he tops off his glass and peers through the room to see the couch, nodding to Danta’s comment.
That’s, of course, when the apology hits, Sunjata’s brows pinch as he focuses back on the butcher. “No, that’s fair. I’m sorry to impose. But.. I have a variety of shifts so I’ll probably just sleep as a dog on the couch, if it helps any.” Maybe that would soothe the butcher some?
Or, perhaps better yet, he leaves that to Danta’s capable hands.
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.
