SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
“If I fall I’ll turn into a bat so it’s less painful.” He retorts back to her, gripping the bottle tightly for fear he might drop it on the way up. He doesn’t, thankfully, but he’s nearly positive he would have if he hadn’t had such a tight grip.
The stairs are easy enough and Sunjata starts tugging his shirt off, surprisingly cautious of the horns to not tear a hole through it, but he’s less cautious when he tosses it in a pile on the floor in the corner of the room. He sits on the edge of the bed to take his boots off next, setting them off to the side as he listens to her ascertain her thoughts on the bed. “It is a nice bed.” He agrees, finally standing once more to walk toward the closer space of the loft, pulling out a pair of shorts with his tattooed back to Isla as she pats the bed.
“The Atheneum would’ve been the perfect spot I think.” It did have an air of creepiness, only due to the fact you couldn’t see in every corner and crevice. It’s an idle thought as he slips out of his pants, folding those up surprisingly nice, before slipping the shorts on. The wings on his shoulders seem to move with his own movement, before he’s turning back toward the bed, grabbing the bottle as he does so and sinks down onto it, propped up by the pillows as he tugs a blanket over his shark bite scarred legs.
The stairs are easy enough and Sunjata starts tugging his shirt off, surprisingly cautious of the horns to not tear a hole through it, but he’s less cautious when he tosses it in a pile on the floor in the corner of the room. He sits on the edge of the bed to take his boots off next, setting them off to the side as he listens to her ascertain her thoughts on the bed. “It is a nice bed.” He agrees, finally standing once more to walk toward the closer space of the loft, pulling out a pair of shorts with his tattooed back to Isla as she pats the bed.
“The Atheneum would’ve been the perfect spot I think.” It did have an air of creepiness, only due to the fact you couldn’t see in every corner and crevice. It’s an idle thought as he slips out of his pants, folding those up surprisingly nice, before slipping the shorts on. The wings on his shoulders seem to move with his own movement, before he’s turning back toward the bed, grabbing the bottle as he does so and sinks down onto it, propped up by the pillows as he tugs a blanket over his shark bite scarred legs.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
