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
Nodding as Niki says he sees in regards to the party on the Ark, Sunjata starts to relax a bit as it seems like the necromancer isn’t immediately going to send him out into the snows again. Instead, there’s the smirk that lands that his gaze fixates on briefly while Niki locks the door and gestures for him to delve further into the home, something he does as he seeks out the couch in question. “Oh, nice.” Sunjata murmurs a little distractedly, a touch slurred, steps taking him over the wooden floors with dull thuds until he can see the fireplace and the large wood and plush couch, the green something vibrant enough that he’s immediately drawn to with the inebriated mind currently at the forefront of everything.
He sits down, comfortably so, sprawling out while Niki stokes the fire and while it feels nice to the majority of him, his body is warm right now with the sweater that retains tons of heat, and he’s in the process of trying to slip it off when Niki’s question reaches his ears – muffled, because his face is blotted out as he tries to remove the turtleneck. It leaves his torso on display and all the scars therein, alongside the tattoos that adorn his chest. Arks of lightning spread across the right side of his chest, stretching long menacing fingers toward his heart, and in the space above his hips are jagged sharkbite scars that arc in crescents and dip below his pants.
“No, no I’m okay. I really a— ” he hesitates, finally tugging the sweater off, leaving his hair a mess and the earrings in his ears dancing with the movement as he sets the clothing in his lap, beaming a too vibrant and happy smile over at the necromancer. “—Appreciate this. Sorry if I woke you up, I guess I didn’t realize how late it was.” He winces a little, lopsided despite the smile.
He sits down, comfortably so, sprawling out while Niki stokes the fire and while it feels nice to the majority of him, his body is warm right now with the sweater that retains tons of heat, and he’s in the process of trying to slip it off when Niki’s question reaches his ears – muffled, because his face is blotted out as he tries to remove the turtleneck. It leaves his torso on display and all the scars therein, alongside the tattoos that adorn his chest. Arks of lightning spread across the right side of his chest, stretching long menacing fingers toward his heart, and in the space above his hips are jagged sharkbite scars that arc in crescents and dip below his pants.
“No, no I’m okay. I really a— ” he hesitates, finally tugging the sweater off, leaving his hair a mess and the earrings in his ears dancing with the movement as he sets the clothing in his lap, beaming a too vibrant and happy smile over at the necromancer. “—Appreciate this. Sorry if I woke you up, I guess I didn’t realize how late it was.” He winces a little, lopsided despite the smile.
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.
