and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
She continues to sip from her drink, and his gaze lingers on her longer as his question of what she’s giving away reaches across the space between them, him remaining leaning against the edge of his bar, arms braced as she leans forward. He doesn’t move away from her, instead he’s almost eager in a sense to see what her answer may be. And what an answer it is, his lips quirking into a sharp smirk.
“Is that so?” He hums to her, voice deeper as he lets his gaze dip a small amount to her lips before he focuses on her again. “Let me know when and where, Priestess, see if you're good to your word.” A hint of sultriness to his voice that he doesn’t mask, not as he remains within her space, giving her a wink in response to her own. The bar’s mostly dead now anyway, the others he has that work for him could certainly manage it if he were to slip away.
“Is that so?” He hums to her, voice deeper as he lets his gaze dip a small amount to her lips before he focuses on her again. “Let me know when and where, Priestess, see if you're good to your word.” A hint of sultriness to his voice that he doesn’t mask, not as he remains within her space, giving her a wink in response to her own. The bar’s mostly dead now anyway, the others he has that work for him could certainly manage it if he were to slip away.
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.
