relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“Quality.. Right.” Sunjata draws with a soft laugh, relaxing a touch as he jokes and finds the mischief dance in the blue fire of Niki’s eyes, the way that could be dangerous if he stared a little too long. Wicked and brilliant, Sunjata finds himself sitting back a bit with another bark of laughter, accented and bright with the threat Niki offers, like he’s trying to draw his long legs back closer to him under the table. “I’m pretty sure I was asking if you wanted me to.” He poses, before he’s leaning forward to hand the cigarette over. “I’m not trying to get my shins taken out tonight.”
But, he’s soon distracted by watching the pull of the cigarette between Niki’s lips – the way the hollows of his cheeks fill a touch with the smoke, the cherry glowing across the sharp lines of his face, the smoke that dances like a macabre halo over his head. It paints a brilliant image for the Heartless that he tucks away and clears his throat to answer Niki as if it might hide the slight reddening of the tips of his ears, darkening the freckles that span the demigod’s cheekbones and bridge of his nose. “I always preferred it with coffee and alcohol. Sometimes together, sometimes separate. It hits different.” He offers, taking the cigarette back and takes a slow, steadying pull of it, hoping the orange of it blots out the pink.
But, he’s soon distracted by watching the pull of the cigarette between Niki’s lips – the way the hollows of his cheeks fill a touch with the smoke, the cherry glowing across the sharp lines of his face, the smoke that dances like a macabre halo over his head. It paints a brilliant image for the Heartless that he tucks away and clears his throat to answer Niki as if it might hide the slight reddening of the tips of his ears, darkening the freckles that span the demigod’s cheekbones and bridge of his nose. “I always preferred it with coffee and alcohol. Sometimes together, sometimes separate. It hits different.” He offers, taking the cigarette back and takes a slow, steadying pull of it, hoping the orange of it blots out the pink.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
