relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“You can have horns without being an Ancient.” Sunjata offers with a playful smile, huffing a laugh to hear his explanation of heat stroke even if he did delve down into the fires of Dygra somehow. And, as if for emphasis, Sunjata can’t help the way his own horns unfurl from his skull – those of his dragon shift that curl in spirals along his head, jet black and scuffed up a touch from scuffles in said shift. “Well, given where you live I’m sure they’ll pop by occasionally. I’ve already heard reports of one this season.” Idle chatter he doesn’t even know if it’s true or not or if someone just mistook a dark sheet on a clothes line.
The horns still linger as Sunjata regards Niki again, lips quirking playfully. “Oh, okay, I see.” He holds his hands up in a placating gesture to Niki’s playful challenge. Perhaps they’re more similar than he’d originally thought. He is glad to know that Niki’s only caught himself a couple of times sleep walking, just in case he managed to accidentally hurt himself without really knowing what was going on, but he doesn’t mention that.
Instead, he focuses on the first time he can think of having heard the necromancer curse. Delight dances along Sunjata’s silver gaze, his grin brightening as he laughs and inclines his head. “I like to think I’ve been a successful disappointment.” He waggles his brows.
The horns still linger as Sunjata regards Niki again, lips quirking playfully. “Oh, okay, I see.” He holds his hands up in a placating gesture to Niki’s playful challenge. Perhaps they’re more similar than he’d originally thought. He is glad to know that Niki’s only caught himself a couple of times sleep walking, just in case he managed to accidentally hurt himself without really knowing what was going on, but he doesn’t mention that.
Instead, he focuses on the first time he can think of having heard the necromancer curse. Delight dances along Sunjata’s silver gaze, his grin brightening as he laughs and inclines his head. “I like to think I’ve been a successful disappointment.” He waggles his brows.
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.
