SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
“Anytime.” Sunjata hums to the gratitude that the Maverick offers him for wicking his clothes dry. It’s the least he can do for the shitty time to arrive – but thankful for his company regardless. It wasn’t that often that Sunjata was able to squirrel himself away from the House of Midnight’s duties, but for a fellow regional leader he’s certain he can get away with it for longer.
Letting him enter the room first, Sunjata trails after him as the room starts to take shape. It looks like the Climb, but from a different time. A smaller cave, warm and glittering with heat and comfort, it’s everything that the rest of King’s End isn’t and fuck if Sunjata isn’t already stoked about that prospect.
So he takes in the sweet smell of spices amongst the smoke and after setting down the bags and the jacket in a space he’s sure that the room would make it easy to find should it warp again, turns back to Danta when he’s peeling off his shirt and offering a tired explanation. “Oh, thanks. I’ve got the shavings here, too. I’ll swap ‘em real quick.” He offers, reaching in the bag once Danta’s offered his permission for it – swapping the protective bottle of lightning for the jar of shavings, glittering and promising.
Turning back to Danta, he sends him a lopsided smile. “Hope you don’t mind if I stay? Any excuse to not have to go back downstairs and deal with all that shit is one I’ll happily take.” He admits, reaching up to rub at the side of his tattooed neck. “But, I’ve got hella shifts if you wanna.. I dunno, cuddle or something? I’ve got a panther and a dog or my Pegasus wings.” Maybe that’ll be enough for a good start to the birthday gift.
Letting him enter the room first, Sunjata trails after him as the room starts to take shape. It looks like the Climb, but from a different time. A smaller cave, warm and glittering with heat and comfort, it’s everything that the rest of King’s End isn’t and fuck if Sunjata isn’t already stoked about that prospect.
So he takes in the sweet smell of spices amongst the smoke and after setting down the bags and the jacket in a space he’s sure that the room would make it easy to find should it warp again, turns back to Danta when he’s peeling off his shirt and offering a tired explanation. “Oh, thanks. I’ve got the shavings here, too. I’ll swap ‘em real quick.” He offers, reaching in the bag once Danta’s offered his permission for it – swapping the protective bottle of lightning for the jar of shavings, glittering and promising.
Turning back to Danta, he sends him a lopsided smile. “Hope you don’t mind if I stay? Any excuse to not have to go back downstairs and deal with all that shit is one I’ll happily take.” He admits, reaching up to rub at the side of his tattooed neck. “But, I’ve got hella shifts if you wanna.. I dunno, cuddle or something? I’ve got a panther and a dog or my Pegasus wings.” Maybe that’ll be enough for a good start to the birthday gift.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
