hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
Everything was as it should have been for the start of the brothel fleshing itself out. Granted, things would wait until he had a chance to speak to people as per Frey’s request, to give the House of Midnight something else to make it quite the wonder. But for now he’s been so focused on getting everything ready, and now the additional reminder that Isla had become Ancient, had now required food and sleep and drink (and gods she spent a fair amount of time at the bar these days, not that he has room to complain, but it surprised him after so long of her prim and proper status as an Ascended.)
It was a little bit relieving, but also amusing. There was something about the ferality in which Isla harbored that drew Sunjata in even more, like a moth to flame wanting to know more about what that sensation was like. But he’s held off for the most part.
Today specifically, he dons his leathery dragon wings, tucked in neatly behind him, horns similar enough to Isla’s own that curl and twist around his head on full display in their onyx hue, going from room to room to make sure everyone had whatever they needed so he’d know where he needed to make a stop to in the morning.
Likely a hunt for food and a restock from his liquor supplier. The hunting was easy, at least, and it’s a thought that has a sharper look to his gaze as if the predators lingering within his skin start to push against his hold, wanting nothing more than a hunt to be coated in blood. He stuffs it down as he rounds the corner for the bar, seeking out something easy to dull his senses a fraction.
It was a little bit relieving, but also amusing. There was something about the ferality in which Isla harbored that drew Sunjata in even more, like a moth to flame wanting to know more about what that sensation was like. But he’s held off for the most part.
Today specifically, he dons his leathery dragon wings, tucked in neatly behind him, horns similar enough to Isla’s own that curl and twist around his head on full display in their onyx hue, going from room to room to make sure everyone had whatever they needed so he’d know where he needed to make a stop to in the morning.
Likely a hunt for food and a restock from his liquor supplier. The hunting was easy, at least, and it’s a thought that has a sharper look to his gaze as if the predators lingering within his skin start to push against his hold, wanting nothing more than a hunt to be coated in blood. He stuffs it down as he rounds the corner for the bar, seeking out something easy to dull his senses a fraction.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
