SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Sunjata nods and flashes her a soft smile, letting the low hum of his own laugh accompany her own. “It is nice seeing you around again.” He admits, lips quirking into an easier smile, less panicked and anxious because he’s within the House of Midnight and thoughts of void infections are far from the forefront of his mind. But he follows her gaze toward the empty booth back by the warm fire, mostly left alone from the main array of workers collecting clients, and he nods even if he’s a touch curious over what it could be about.
“I’ve always got time for you.” He teases her, slipping off the barstool and collecting his glass, letting her lead the way as he mulls over what it was she wanted to find him about – thinking of the void as a last thing on his mind, he imagines it might be something to do with the House of Midnight, so as he takes the seat opposite of hers in the plush booth and takes a sip of his glass, his steel gaze lingers on her to start the conversation, open and warm and content despite how they’d last seen each other.
“I’ve always got time for you.” He teases her, slipping off the barstool and collecting his glass, letting her lead the way as he mulls over what it was she wanted to find him about – thinking of the void as a last thing on his mind, he imagines it might be something to do with the House of Midnight, so as he takes the seat opposite of hers in the plush booth and takes a sip of his glass, his steel gaze lingers on her to start the conversation, open and warm and content despite how they’d last seen each other.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
