may we dance until it rains, may we drink to hide our shame. we're all pretty when we die
It’s the first time he’s been out since the adventure to the Fingers, at least the first time he’s been to the city where the people that filtered by weren’t Vervain and seeing Ronin. But he knows he’d be too slow, likely too exhausted by the time they’d gotten here to actually be of any use, and he’s lucky and thankful for Nate as he slinks along the Ascended’s shoulders, long black scaled body curled around one shoulder, looped around his neck, curled enough that his head can rest along Nate’s opposite shoulder, shrouded by long dark hair.
He can’t talk to Nate this way, but there is some hidden amusement with the ability of sticking a forked tongue out at Nate’s neck, curling closer and loosening, holding on tightly though he knows Nate won’t drop him. He’s still a relatively large snake, despite his attempts to keep as small and compact as possible.
Nate’s entrance elicits an amused hiss from the cobra, but when he stills and Sunjata’s dark eyes spot Samuel, he slinks a bit further forward, appearing out of Nate’s hair to raise his head and flare his hood, curling tighter around Nate. A forked tongue sticks out, jaw parting slightly with the threat of fangs beneath the scaled edge. He offers a slight squeeze to Nate, a supportive boon in an attempt to try and not start more shit, seeing as they've a wedding to plan and certainly aren't in a space to work things out beforehand.
Though if he's being honest, he wouldn't blame Nate for wanting to throw another punch.
He can’t talk to Nate this way, but there is some hidden amusement with the ability of sticking a forked tongue out at Nate’s neck, curling closer and loosening, holding on tightly though he knows Nate won’t drop him. He’s still a relatively large snake, despite his attempts to keep as small and compact as possible.
Nate’s entrance elicits an amused hiss from the cobra, but when he stills and Sunjata’s dark eyes spot Samuel, he slinks a bit further forward, appearing out of Nate’s hair to raise his head and flare his hood, curling tighter around Nate. A forked tongue sticks out, jaw parting slightly with the threat of fangs beneath the scaled edge. He offers a slight squeeze to Nate, a supportive boon in an attempt to try and not start more shit, seeing as they've a wedding to plan and certainly aren't in a space to work things out beforehand.
Though if he's being honest, he wouldn't blame Nate for wanting to throw another punch.
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.
