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
“Well, I’m a big fan.” Sunjata admits, voice still thick with sleep that makes it deeper as he shoots a sleepy smile over at Niki and takes the blanket to help fold it, setting it down alongside the other ones that Niki has already folded, before he snags his rumpled sweater and slips it back on and over his head, fingers threading through his hair to try and tame it into something somewhat manageable but all it manages to become is tousled and messy.
With a soft laugh leaving him, he nods as he slips away the partial shift back into just his usual skin, glancing to the couch to check for any feathers left behind. He spies one that he reaches over to snag with an apologetic slant to his smile. “Don’t think you have to on my account.” He offers a little softer, though no less appreciative as he pockets the feather (there’s more stuffed between the cushions that he can’t see, though, that Niki will probably find in the next few days).
“I would love some, yes please.” He beams a smile back at Niki once they get the couch in some semblance of a working order again, letting him lead the way to the kitchen while Sunjata trails after him, blessedly not hungover.
With a soft laugh leaving him, he nods as he slips away the partial shift back into just his usual skin, glancing to the couch to check for any feathers left behind. He spies one that he reaches over to snag with an apologetic slant to his smile. “Don’t think you have to on my account.” He offers a little softer, though no less appreciative as he pockets the feather (there’s more stuffed between the cushions that he can’t see, though, that Niki will probably find in the next few days).
“I would love some, yes please.” He beams a smile back at Niki once they get the couch in some semblance of a working order again, letting him lead the way to the kitchen while Sunjata trails after him, blessedly not hungover.
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.
