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
Unaware of what’s happening, the Flood remains in that relatively deep sleep – one he hasn’t had in a long time. So he doesn’t hear the conversation, nor does he hear the butcher’s sleepily deep accented voices when he responds to Danta with a you will see. No, he remains completely oblivious, thrown into the deepest portions of sleep, such that when Danta’s arm squeezes around him there’s a moment of panic – one that sparks scales along his skin as if he’s forgotten he was sharing a bed rather than sleeping out in the middle of nowhere.
“Shit,” he curses out the whisper as he realizes, stuffing the draconic scales down and away to try and slink off the bed – promptly slipping because he’d slept in the same position the rest of the night and his leg had fallen asleep. He notices the motes of fire belatedly, but they reflect warmly on his face that seems to have a bit more life in it as he steadies himself and goes to snag his shoes. “Yeah, thanks again Danta.” Comes the whisper, the smile tossed over his shoulder toward the blonde, before he takes a moment to comb his fingers through his hair before he’s trying to slip toward the door.
“Shit,” he curses out the whisper as he realizes, stuffing the draconic scales down and away to try and slink off the bed – promptly slipping because he’d slept in the same position the rest of the night and his leg had fallen asleep. He notices the motes of fire belatedly, but they reflect warmly on his face that seems to have a bit more life in it as he steadies himself and goes to snag his shoes. “Yeah, thanks again Danta.” Comes the whisper, the smile tossed over his shoulder toward the blonde, before he takes a moment to comb his fingers through his hair before he’s trying to slip toward the door.
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.
