(SE) with the help of lucifer yellow

// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //

There’s a part of him used to the fact that people seem to just barge in however they feel like. Especially nowadays with what appears to be so much shit happening every time they turn the corner. He’s gotten better about not flinching though – the safest place for him realistically is probably the Grounds anyway. So he flattens the piece of paper, waits silently as he flattens the piece of paper to it, glues it down and waits for it to dry, all while working on mixing a few of the colors with his magic.

He lifts the glass of whiskey to his lips, casting a glance sidelong at Amun who seems to hover. “Samuel.” Sunjata murmurs, setting the glass down and casting a glance back over toward the potter, not knowing the depth of the relationship between the two of them. So instead, he squints at the lantern, leaning back to grab a pack of cigarettes that he lights with a match he puts out immediately, taking a deep drag from it as he stares at the lantern some more. “Perhaps the softest lantern I’ve made yet.” A different material, but one that he hopes that the bookmaker would have enjoyed.

SUNJATA