relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
He’d tried to heal what he could, but exhaustion and pained and pissed is how the Flood arrives to the Hanged Man. He hasn’t changed - there’s no clothes to change into that he’s brought. So it’s with the bruising splotches of red and purple discoloration on his skin, both against his neck spreading up to his cheek and hidden under his shirt, does Sunjata arrive.
Hands in his pocket, his face is red from where he’d tried to wash the blood off and scrubbed at it, but his breaths feel short and painful - not quite enough for each breath he wants to take. He first takes in Ronin, before moving onto the bar, snagging a glass of whiskey poured heavily to figuratively nurse his wounds. “Hey.” He says hoarsely to Ronin, sidling in beside him with his glass, shoulders hunched.
Hands in his pocket, his face is red from where he’d tried to wash the blood off and scrubbed at it, but his breaths feel short and painful - not quite enough for each breath he wants to take. He first takes in Ronin, before moving onto the bar, snagging a glass of whiskey poured heavily to figuratively nurse his wounds. “Hey.” He says hoarsely to Ronin, sidling in beside him with his glass, shoulders hunched.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
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.
