relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
Nose wrinkling slightly as he thinks about only having rain to offer, Sunjata hears Kip’s chuckle and lets the smile start to break on his face in agreement before taking another bite of the shared snack. “Let me know, I’d be happy to help with that.” He used to be called the Flood, after all, before his romantic heart had perished and left him figuratively heartless. But he’d been the previous moniker for so long that the water still thrummed through his blood, begging to be used one way or another.
At the question of worry, however, and the spark that dances across his scars and vanishes in a lightning strike’s tempo, Sunjata’s glad to see his answer relieves the Barrows Caretaker. It helps him relax, too, wanting to ensure that everyone was doing alright in his region, especially those with very important jobs as Kip had.
“Yeah, we’ve been working on cleaning up stuff after LongNight. The Boondocks got hit a little hard with the partying, but the main party we had in New Haven was a success and pretty much all cleaned up now.” Which was a relief in the grand scheme of things. The less work they had to try and clean up the region, the better off they were, in his experience. “Hopefully the spirits haven’t been too restless during all of that.” He glances over at Kip, knowing that if anyone would know whether there was unrest, it would be him.
At the question of worry, however, and the spark that dances across his scars and vanishes in a lightning strike’s tempo, Sunjata’s glad to see his answer relieves the Barrows Caretaker. It helps him relax, too, wanting to ensure that everyone was doing alright in his region, especially those with very important jobs as Kip had.
“Yeah, we’ve been working on cleaning up stuff after LongNight. The Boondocks got hit a little hard with the partying, but the main party we had in New Haven was a success and pretty much all cleaned up now.” Which was a relief in the grand scheme of things. The less work they had to try and clean up the region, the better off they were, in his experience. “Hopefully the spirits haven’t been too restless during all of that.” He glances over at Kip, knowing that if anyone would know whether there was unrest, it would be him.
the heartless
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.
