THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
Infinitely pleased to be back in Torchline without the overwhelming sense of Starfall in the distance as an uncomfortable weight, the Flood’s dressed up comfortably — not too fancy obviously, but dressed up enough to ensure that everyone knew this was a party. The shirt clings to him and his muscles, deep navy that’s rolled up at the sleeves and unbuttoned at least two buttons down with scars and a few tattoos on display, Sunjata squeezes Hotaru’s arm as they reach the party from their lovely sunset walk on the beach.
“Ten years, huh?” He hums with a soft laugh to his fiancee, his crooked smile aimed at her in an almost exhausted way of saying fuck, we’re old. But he waves at Melita and then to Flora and Deimos and Mateo before catching a glimpse of Enzo yet again and loosens his hold on Hotaru’s arm in case she wished to go and mingle once Flora was likely done telling her brother about all the drama.
Instead, Sunjata turns toward Remi and Ronin and offers an accented shout. “Congrats! Happy anniversary!”
“Ten years, huh?” He hums with a soft laugh to his fiancee, his crooked smile aimed at her in an almost exhausted way of saying fuck, we’re old. But he waves at Melita and then to Flora and Deimos and Mateo before catching a glimpse of Enzo yet again and loosens his hold on Hotaru’s arm in case she wished to go and mingle once Flora was likely done telling her brother about all the drama.
Instead, Sunjata turns toward Remi and Ronin and offers an accented shout. “Congrats! Happy anniversary!”
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of you //
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.
