temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
“You’re welcome.” Sunjata hums, his accent playing on the words a little deeper with his focus, letting Niki clean the cut before he’s dispelling the water back into thin air. It gives him the time to focus on the box’s lid, ensuring he follows the instruction and the curved bend, letting the necromancer take a few moments to inspect his thumb.
Then, of course, there’s the twitch of his smile when the praise comes of having done a great job. He sits up a little, nodding as the explanation is offered, huffing a small laugh. “Yeah, I’ll leave that to your capable hands.” He’s never soldered anything, and he wasn’t about to start now. “I can help carry them in there, though, if it’d make it easier for you.” He offers, gaze flitting from the necromancer to the cane briefly, still hooked to the back of the chair, before dropping to the boxes they’ve been working on.
Then, of course, there’s the twitch of his smile when the praise comes of having done a great job. He sits up a little, nodding as the explanation is offered, huffing a small laugh. “Yeah, I’ll leave that to your capable hands.” He’s never soldered anything, and he wasn’t about to start now. “I can help carry them in there, though, if it’d make it easier for you.” He offers, gaze flitting from the necromancer to the cane briefly, still hooked to the back of the chair, before dropping to the boxes they’ve been working on.
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.
