but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
Sunjata offers his own glass tipped toward Loren in response, a quiet chuckle. “Deal.” A small wry smile crosses his face before he takes his own sip of his glass in their quiet agreement, quiet vow. But Sunjata questions whether Loren will bite him again, and his smile widens a fraction, a huff of laughter leaving him as well. “Gods, but the ankle?” He retorts with a playful roll of his eyes.
“At least make it a fun spot.” Another hum of laughter leaves him before he shakes his head. “Please do.” He says, taking Loren up on the offer as he rounds the edge of the bar toward Loren again, offering his leg slightly as he pulls the pants up to reveal the series of teeth punctures and bruising that accompanied Loren’s greeting of the day.
“At least make it a fun spot.” Another hum of laughter leaves him before he shakes his head. “Please do.” He says, taking Loren up on the offer as he rounds the edge of the bar toward Loren again, offering his leg slightly as he pulls the pants up to reveal the series of teeth punctures and bruising that accompanied Loren’s greeting of the day.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
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.
