// may we dance until it rains //
He hates LongNight. He always has. So far, though, this year has been blissfully uneventful unlike last year when the merfolk’s body had washed up in the Refuge. This time, he makes himself more available so that if anything does happen, they don’t have to immediately find him at his house.
So he’s at the House of Midnight, with absolutely fuck all to do, sitting behind the bar and definitely not working, and trying to drink enough of something to feel it as he watches the brothel continue to come to life. People stream in and out of it, buying drinks and food and lodging in the magical rooms. He should be pleased about it, that he doesn’t have to worry about the business of things. But instead, he continues to figuratively hold his breath, like the ball was going to drop at some point.
It hasn’t yet. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t. And he likes to think he'll be at least somewhat prepared for it.
So he’s at the House of Midnight, with absolutely fuck all to do, sitting behind the bar and definitely not working, and trying to drink enough of something to feel it as he watches the brothel continue to come to life. People stream in and out of it, buying drinks and food and lodging in the magical rooms. He should be pleased about it, that he doesn’t have to worry about the business of things. But instead, he continues to figuratively hold his breath, like the ball was going to drop at some point.
It hasn’t yet. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t. And he likes to think he'll be at least somewhat prepared for it.
Sunjata
// may we drink to hide our shame //
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.
