// may we dance until it rains //
He’s had a lot of years to make sure he remained steady – that he wouldn’t let his history or worries pop up to ruin his day, week, month. But LongNight was always harder than most, enough so that his mask slips. It’s been a while since he’s had to be so on top of it, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise. But it still does as he pushes off the edge of the bar and she seems slightly surprised by his demeanor.
Sunjata realizes then that he’d let it slip. But he continues to head up to the staircase toward the attic where the lantern oil was stashed, sure that she’s following him now as she brightens and her voice fills his ears. The least he can do is offer a soft chuckle as she steps in beside him, casting a glance over toward her with that same smile that doesn’t meet the rest of him. “Yeah that’s the last thing I wanna have to do.” And something in his accented tone screams honesty despite the way he tries to joke along back with her.
They reach the top where the attic door is, creaking open on not often used hinges to reveal a multitude of things within. He sparks a lantern on with the strike of a match when something large moves in the corner that takes him by surprise again – scurrying down into the corner. It’s a wine spider and it shouldn’t have taken him by surprise as much as it has, with the way each one of his scars erupts with blue light streaking down each one of them like a strike of lightning.
“Fuck.” He whispers before he sucks in a breath and steps further in, bumping his booted toe against the edge of a chest to make sure it’s the right one before he pops the lid on it to reveal a lot of lantern oil. “We’ve got tons. I can spare you four of ‘em and a bag to carry them in so you don’t break your neck going home?” Turning to look at Colt with a raised brow, the feathers are back in a soft fluff around his neck, raised navy blue above his collar.
Sunjata realizes then that he’d let it slip. But he continues to head up to the staircase toward the attic where the lantern oil was stashed, sure that she’s following him now as she brightens and her voice fills his ears. The least he can do is offer a soft chuckle as she steps in beside him, casting a glance over toward her with that same smile that doesn’t meet the rest of him. “Yeah that’s the last thing I wanna have to do.” And something in his accented tone screams honesty despite the way he tries to joke along back with her.
They reach the top where the attic door is, creaking open on not often used hinges to reveal a multitude of things within. He sparks a lantern on with the strike of a match when something large moves in the corner that takes him by surprise again – scurrying down into the corner. It’s a wine spider and it shouldn’t have taken him by surprise as much as it has, with the way each one of his scars erupts with blue light streaking down each one of them like a strike of lightning.
“Fuck.” He whispers before he sucks in a breath and steps further in, bumping his booted toe against the edge of a chest to make sure it’s the right one before he pops the lid on it to reveal a lot of lantern oil. “We’ve got tons. I can spare you four of ‘em and a bag to carry them in so you don’t break your neck going home?” Turning to look at Colt with a raised brow, the feathers are back in a soft fluff around his neck, raised navy blue above his collar.
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.
