// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
The days weren’t that different, now, in between changing up the regular day to day of his governmental duties (it was easier having Alys around to take some of the brunt), which left him with more time to figure out the situation of the House of Midnight. Today’s tasks were making sure that they received everything they needed from the crates that arrived. A bunch of liquor to restock the bar, fresh fruit and produce from Torchline that they couldn’t grow out here in the cold, more reserved climate of King’s End. And with it, snagging a few offerings from it to bring to Frey as a quick little break.
“Yeah. I remember.” Sunjata says, glancing over at Kaisel as he hoists the bag over his shoulder. His steel gaze flickers along his face, trying to read through the things he isn’t saying when he speaks again. “Oh yeah? You wrong her in some way? Usually she gets all like that if you've got other interests.” He hums with a laugh, clearly unbothered by it. The club was small, given how few of them there were, but he’s ready to invite Kaisel into it if he wanted to.
“Yeah. I remember.” Sunjata says, glancing over at Kaisel as he hoists the bag over his shoulder. His steel gaze flickers along his face, trying to read through the things he isn’t saying when he speaks again. “Oh yeah? You wrong her in some way? Usually she gets all like that if you've got other interests.” He hums with a laugh, clearly unbothered by it. The club was small, given how few of them there were, but he’s ready to invite Kaisel into it if he wanted to.
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.
