fightin' with my shadow, that is somethin' i am good at / givin' me the power that is provin' to have backlash
Oh, the irony that Sunjata too remains holed up inside, curtains drawn to block out the light from a binge. It’s somewhat surprising to hear Remi’s voice on the other side of the door while the attuned spins a dagger in his hand idly beside a glass, debating whether it was worth remaining drunk the rest of the day to bandaid his problems. Still, he abandons it, drifting toward the door to open it — wincing as the light it reveals.
“That it is.” He rumbles simply, in quiet agreement, stepping aside to close the door behind the Alchemist turned Governor. “Congrats, by the way.” He hums, brushing by toward the table with the liquor and the daggers, moving to sit and rub against a bite mark to his neck, gaze flickering up to see what Remi had shown for.
“That it is.” He rumbles simply, in quiet agreement, stepping aside to close the door behind the Alchemist turned Governor. “Congrats, by the way.” He hums, brushing by toward the table with the liquor and the daggers, moving to sit and rub against a bite mark to his neck, gaze flickering up to see what Remi had shown for.
SUNJATA
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.
