i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Juggling?” He asks, almost offended. Paired with the previous raspberry she’d blown at him, Sunjata huffs a laugh. The air is cold but something about it makes it so the conversation and their actions of wandering along the edge of these black sands more comfortable. It makes it feel less like an interrogation and more like a real conversation, one that she’ll be happy to know he takes to heart.
He looks over at her as the rock slashes across the sands. “You’re right.” He hums with a sigh, almost playfully annoyed at how wise she is. And despite the scarf, she’d definitely notice the amusement that crinkles his eyes and beneath the scarf how his cheeks seem a little higher. “I’ll go see Frey and go wander around some hobby stuff. Maybe I’ll get really into avante garde pottery.” He suggests, bouncing his brows toward the Honeybee.
He looks over at her as the rock slashes across the sands. “You’re right.” He hums with a sigh, almost playfully annoyed at how wise she is. And despite the scarf, she’d definitely notice the amusement that crinkles his eyes and beneath the scarf how his cheeks seem a little higher. “I’ll go see Frey and go wander around some hobby stuff. Maybe I’ll get really into avante garde pottery.” He suggests, bouncing his brows toward the Honeybee.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
