// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
For once, Sunjata feels like he might be too old for parties like this. It’s something that’s never really occurred to him before now, but between the shouting and the bodies and the shots in the corner being devoured as if they were water, the Flood’s relief is palpable when Melita joins him at his side.
Sipping from his own drink, he flashes his niece a crooked smile. “Hey, heuningby.” He says, resisting the urge to nudge her or ruffle her hair. “Well, considering there’s a fair few here I can’t look at without feeling all gross, it’s goin’ good. What about you?” He asks, eyeing the swig of liquor she’d downed and wondering how many she’d had before now.
Sipping from his own drink, he flashes his niece a crooked smile. “Hey, heuningby.” He says, resisting the urge to nudge her or ruffle her hair. “Well, considering there’s a fair few here I can’t look at without feeling all gross, it’s goin’ good. What about you?” He asks, eyeing the swig of liquor she’d downed and wondering how many she’d had before now.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
