temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
There’s a brief pause, but then she answers, and Sunjata’s smile tugs on his face. It’s a touch wider, a bit of relief that floods through his shoulders as he straightens up. “Great.” He hopes that she can tell that he’s relieved, quietly grateful for the result. But it’s a feeling that doesn’t particularly last, not when she continues. They can figure out the semantics later of it.
The smile quickly vanishes and he leans his hip against the edge of the counter as he nods, prepping himself mentally as much as he can. “What was it?” He asks softly, his tone a touch quieter. He knows it won’t be great, given the pretense of it, but what had she seen that he needed to mentally prepare to share with the others?
The smile quickly vanishes and he leans his hip against the edge of the counter as he nods, prepping himself mentally as much as he can. “What was it?” He asks softly, his tone a touch quieter. He knows it won’t be great, given the pretense of it, but what had she seen that he needed to mentally prepare to share with the others?
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.
