// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
She beckons him forward into the house and he’s helpless but to follow her, guided over toward a chair in the living room with an instruction. A brattier part of him wants to say that he’ll stand, but there’s something in the gleam of her gaze that reveals excitement for something he can’t quite figure out – so he does as he’s told to. He steps over to the comfortable armchair, sits in it and gets a little comfortable, stretching out his long legs beneath him as he listens to her fiddle about in her house, in a back room he doesn’t know quite where he is.
Eventually, though, the sound of Colt’s arrival sparks his interest, the tray briefly into view as he glances over at it with a raise of his brow. “Oh, I am, huh?” He asks with a soft laugh, a touch surprised and softened by the offer as he tilts his chin up so she can place the towel under his chin and against his neck. Leaned back by the lever of the chair, his steel gaze focuses on her a little sharper as she traces the length fo the stubble on his cheek.
It has grown out a fair amount, but as she does her inspection, she’ll find that it hasn’t grown along the line of the scar that gives him half of a Glasgow smile, and it’s that corner of his mouth that quirks up that Sunjata watches her take him in. “I haven’t had anyone else give me a shave in a long time.” He admits a little quietly, though he doesn’t stop her by any means. If she wants to, he’ll let her, with or without the horse hair wig on her head in case it becomes distracting. "Let's see what you've got."
Eventually, though, the sound of Colt’s arrival sparks his interest, the tray briefly into view as he glances over at it with a raise of his brow. “Oh, I am, huh?” He asks with a soft laugh, a touch surprised and softened by the offer as he tilts his chin up so she can place the towel under his chin and against his neck. Leaned back by the lever of the chair, his steel gaze focuses on her a little sharper as she traces the length fo the stubble on his cheek.
It has grown out a fair amount, but as she does her inspection, she’ll find that it hasn’t grown along the line of the scar that gives him half of a Glasgow smile, and it’s that corner of his mouth that quirks up that Sunjata watches her take him in. “I haven’t had anyone else give me a shave in a long time.” He admits a little quietly, though he doesn’t stop her by any means. If she wants to, he’ll let her, with or without the horse hair wig on her head in case it becomes distracting. "Let's see what you've got."
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
SUNJATA
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.
