better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
A quick glance to Nate is dashed away by the scent of the ocean – something that both worries and calms him, a place where he’d ventured out for the freedom of being among the waves, but also a place that he’d succumbed to the waves, drowned and washed up on the beach fairly recently. He mulls it over, steel gaze lifting as Locke steps over toward the silk pouch that he stands beside.
A dark brow raises, and perhaps it’s a bit of the challenge of the table that makes it so he focuses on seeing what it decides to give. He stays by the silk pouch, casting a glance at Locke curiously, before folding his arms across his chest and looks back over to Nate, sending a brief question across the bond. Mine smells like the ocean. What’s yours like?
Sunjata stays by the starry silk pouch!
A dark brow raises, and perhaps it’s a bit of the challenge of the table that makes it so he focuses on seeing what it decides to give. He stays by the silk pouch, casting a glance at Locke curiously, before folding his arms across his chest and looks back over to Nate, sending a brief question across the bond. Mine smells like the ocean. What’s yours like?
Sunjata stays by the starry silk pouch!
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.
