and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
A chuckle accompanies Wessex’s own, a small half smirk crossing his face as he looks back at the dragon, swallowing down his anxieties with it. “Well, she’ll only find friends here.” He offers with a knowing nod, momentarily watching while Haai and Loki get acquainted before Haai is trying to lead the dark dragon to show off her nest and all the other nooks and crannies of the boxing ring.
Sunjata’s gaze finds the Wraith again, nodding before he’s pushing off the counter top and turning to reach for a cigarette — because this certainly sounded like it might be an interesting conversation topic. He fishes for the lighter in his pocket, pulling it out to light the smoke before his attention lands back on Wessex.
“Secret’s safe with me.” He offers, unsure if he’d be able to help — but he had promised to help her. And if there was one thing Sunjata tried to do, it was stick to his word. “What do you have to do next?” He exhales in a plume of smoke, steel gaze lingering on her a moment before gesturing to the couches nearby should she rather sit and stay awhile.
Sunjata’s gaze finds the Wraith again, nodding before he’s pushing off the counter top and turning to reach for a cigarette — because this certainly sounded like it might be an interesting conversation topic. He fishes for the lighter in his pocket, pulling it out to light the smoke before his attention lands back on Wessex.
“Secret’s safe with me.” He offers, unsure if he’d be able to help — but he had promised to help her. And if there was one thing Sunjata tried to do, it was stick to his word. “What do you have to do next?” He exhales in a plume of smoke, steel gaze lingering on her a moment before gesturing to the couches nearby should she rather sit and stay awhile.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bulletproof
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.
