SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
He waits for as long as necessary, though time is kind of a wishy washy thing for him right now. He remains braced against the cool frame, the snow continuing to bundle up against his sweater and his hair, leaning a little harder until the light appears in the window and the door opens and he comes face to face with Niki with a soft edged smile on his face, bright steel dancing between the tousled hair and the way he squints in the snowlight.
“That’s me.” He murmurs, a little more slurred than normal, drawn up and pushing off the doorframe and slips in once Niki makes room for him to come in. “Yeah, yes. It is, sorry. Lost track’ve the time.” He admits, turning toward Niki once the door is closed and warmth floods him from the home, pausing to take a few long moments to simply enjoy his company for a few moments before he explains. “Was at the party on the Ark. Frey gave me some stuff and honestly? I’m pretty fucked up.” It’s an apologetic wince paired with a crooked and far too charming smile for the state he’s in. “And the House feels like.. it’s really far and it’s cold, so I was wondering if I could crash here tonight? I'm fine with the floor, if that's fine.” He says as he decides in the moment that it was fine if he didn’t have a couch at all, because he could comfortably curl up in one of his shifts.
“That’s me.” He murmurs, a little more slurred than normal, drawn up and pushing off the doorframe and slips in once Niki makes room for him to come in. “Yeah, yes. It is, sorry. Lost track’ve the time.” He admits, turning toward Niki once the door is closed and warmth floods him from the home, pausing to take a few long moments to simply enjoy his company for a few moments before he explains. “Was at the party on the Ark. Frey gave me some stuff and honestly? I’m pretty fucked up.” It’s an apologetic wince paired with a crooked and far too charming smile for the state he’s in. “And the House feels like.. it’s really far and it’s cold, so I was wondering if I could crash here tonight? I'm fine with the floor, if that's fine.” He says as he decides in the moment that it was fine if he didn’t have a couch at all, because he could comfortably curl up in one of his shifts.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
