and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He’s never gone to Fiat Lux before – having arrived almost a year ago but further into the season of Longheat. He had missed it entirely the first time. But he still manages to arrive, fairly well put together all things considered. He wears a dark navy v-shirt that almost matches his tattoos, the compass peeking out over his collarbone, and along his arms the peeking of feathers are seen beneath the edge of the sleeves. It’s not exactly Fiat Lux appropriate with bright colors and pastels, but at least he’s put himself together enough for it.
A few have already arrived, and he offers a small smile to Phoebe in greeting. Approaching easily, he offers her a small nod before taking one of the flower crowns and inspecting it. "This should do, don't you think?" He rumbles to her with a light smile, placing it atop his head before looking around at who else has arrived. A nod of greeting to Loren is given, but it’s the sight of Remi that Sunjata beelines to, recalling the note and the drink left at the opening of the bar with no Alchemist to be seen. “Hey Remi.” He rumbles in quiet greeting, a brighter smile crossing his face at the sight of him. He looks to Aoife next, to the flower crown. “And my what a beautiful crown you have there.” Ducking his head to speak to Aoife, he smiles to her, before his slate eyes lift to Remi. “Glad to see you’re doing well, and thank you for the bottle, by the way. It’s the best gin I’ve ever had.”
A few have already arrived, and he offers a small smile to Phoebe in greeting. Approaching easily, he offers her a small nod before taking one of the flower crowns and inspecting it. "This should do, don't you think?" He rumbles to her with a light smile, placing it atop his head before looking around at who else has arrived. A nod of greeting to Loren is given, but it’s the sight of Remi that Sunjata beelines to, recalling the note and the drink left at the opening of the bar with no Alchemist to be seen. “Hey Remi.” He rumbles in quiet greeting, a brighter smile crossing his face at the sight of him. He looks to Aoife next, to the flower crown. “And my what a beautiful crown you have there.” Ducking his head to speak to Aoife, he smiles to her, before his slate eyes lift to Remi. “Glad to see you’re doing well, and thank you for the bottle, by the way. It’s the best gin I’ve ever had.”
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
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.
