and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
Her comment about the weather here being amazing causes his nose to wrinkle slightly, a hum of an amused laugh leaving his throat. “It’s alright. Better than Halo though, I’ll give you that.” But he pauses enough to let his gaze take her in. “Once LongHeat arrives, you’ll need to get new clothes if you think you’re warm now.” A playful wink is sent her way before he leans back from the bar to sip from his gin once more.
She snickers when he tells her about the Frey encounter, and his lip curls into a small smirk at that. “Not entirely. I was committed at the time, Frey thought it better I indulged with her.” But that was neither here nor there, and for a second he wonders if that was the day that Phoebe had conceived, and he takes a deeper sip of his gin and tries to focus more fully on her.
“Ah, the hellish monsters.” He rumbles, glancing around the bar briefly before he leans forward along the bar again, a bit closer to her as though he’s giving her a secret. “A friend of mine burned down the last bar at LongNight. One of the monsters opened the door using someone’s body who was left out in the night. I tossed the body back outside, but the monsters had already gotten in, started writing with the blood left behind.” He leans back then, head tilting to look along her face a bit longer than before.
Then, he begins to make her another drink, imagining she might need it. “Burned it down to keep them out. Worked out in the end.” He shrugs slightly. “But I’ll be glad when I can swim in the ocean and pretend none of that happened.” He slides the drink over to her again with a light smirk. He’d seen enough blood for lifetimes.
She snickers when he tells her about the Frey encounter, and his lip curls into a small smirk at that. “Not entirely. I was committed at the time, Frey thought it better I indulged with her.” But that was neither here nor there, and for a second he wonders if that was the day that Phoebe had conceived, and he takes a deeper sip of his gin and tries to focus more fully on her.
“Ah, the hellish monsters.” He rumbles, glancing around the bar briefly before he leans forward along the bar again, a bit closer to her as though he’s giving her a secret. “A friend of mine burned down the last bar at LongNight. One of the monsters opened the door using someone’s body who was left out in the night. I tossed the body back outside, but the monsters had already gotten in, started writing with the blood left behind.” He leans back then, head tilting to look along her face a bit longer than before.
Then, he begins to make her another drink, imagining she might need it. “Burned it down to keep them out. Worked out in the end.” He shrugs slightly. “But I’ll be glad when I can swim in the ocean and pretend none of that happened.” He slides the drink over to her again with a light smirk. He’d seen enough blood for lifetimes.
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.
