i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Apparently you have a habit of doing it.” Sunjata drawls the tease back at Niki, his laugh soft and easy as Niki’s boyish laugh echoes in his mind. He follows him in to the house, though, closing it behind him to make sure no rogue breezes of snow find their way in to ruin the heat form within. “I usually spend it barely leaving my room. A habit picked up from the Grounds forever ago.” He shrugs a shoulder.
He smiles over at him, nodding. “Yeah. Thought it’d be nice to do something after the previous year of something always coming up and fucking up my plans.” He sighs a little, undoing the scarf around his neck, too, and tugging his gloves off. “I was surprised how many people wanted to run stalls, honestly? Though I think having the company of a party during the darkest time of the year probably helps.” He wouldn’t know, really. It’s his first time, after all.
“You should try the hot cider if you haven’t already. There’s some green apple cider that’s kinda tart you might like.” He points out, stretching a little as he unbuttons his coat, too.
He smiles over at him, nodding. “Yeah. Thought it’d be nice to do something after the previous year of something always coming up and fucking up my plans.” He sighs a little, undoing the scarf around his neck, too, and tugging his gloves off. “I was surprised how many people wanted to run stalls, honestly? Though I think having the company of a party during the darkest time of the year probably helps.” He wouldn’t know, really. It’s his first time, after all.
“You should try the hot cider if you haven’t already. There’s some green apple cider that’s kinda tart you might like.” He points out, stretching a little as he unbuttons his coat, too.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
