but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
There’s only a few more things he has to pull from the VlamVloed. But gods he hates the snow, hates having to make this trip during Deepfrost. But he does it regardless, constantly complaining under his breath, bundled up in furs, perhaps not in the best mood because he’s still healing from being stabbed – but it is what it is.
He even remains in the warmth of the VlamVloed for the night just to offer some help – though the people he’s put in charge of the bar have done a wonderful job with everything. It’s as busy as ever, but he does as he had once before – in a different life it felt like – and continues to pour the drinks, get the orders from the menu of what people want to eat. But he takes a break quickly, lighting a cigarette and pouring himself a bit of the whiskey he prefers – before his gaze settles on Aisha and the end of her second shot.
He puffs out a small cloud of smoke, slipping over toward her and grabbing another bottle of whatever it was she’d been drinking, a Safrin-esque tattoo sleeved arm outstretched to pour it into the shot for her again. “Enjoy.” He offers, a slight nod and an accented rumble in greeting and what not.
He even remains in the warmth of the VlamVloed for the night just to offer some help – though the people he’s put in charge of the bar have done a wonderful job with everything. It’s as busy as ever, but he does as he had once before – in a different life it felt like – and continues to pour the drinks, get the orders from the menu of what people want to eat. But he takes a break quickly, lighting a cigarette and pouring himself a bit of the whiskey he prefers – before his gaze settles on Aisha and the end of her second shot.
He puffs out a small cloud of smoke, slipping over toward her and grabbing another bottle of whatever it was she’d been drinking, a Safrin-esque tattoo sleeved arm outstretched to pour it into the shot for her again. “Enjoy.” He offers, a slight nod and an accented rumble in greeting and what not.
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.
