hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
He snorts, wings rustling as they find a place to get comfortable with how his back settles nearer to the bar counter. “That’d be more of a headache considering I just told Frey about it.” And they’d given him a quest he still hasn’t made a move on. But that’s beside the point.
He glances back over at her, certainly spotting the brief flash of a handprint on her thigh, and that inner possessive part of Sunjata soothes with it, even as he clears his throat. “It’s part of the name.” He comments, covering any potential wavering or deepening of his voice with another sip of the liquor, enough that his glass is empty by the time he’s done and cradles it in his lightning scarred hand.
“Nothing too much. Big tickets would be any rogue cows or goats that aren’t accounted for.” A brief pause before he shrugs lightly. “Pheasants would probably be easier to come by.” He finds it in him now to be able to swivel on the chair again to face her more fully, his knee knocking into her in the process, but he pretends not to notice. “Was just going to see what the day gave us.”
He glances back over at her, certainly spotting the brief flash of a handprint on her thigh, and that inner possessive part of Sunjata soothes with it, even as he clears his throat. “It’s part of the name.” He comments, covering any potential wavering or deepening of his voice with another sip of the liquor, enough that his glass is empty by the time he’s done and cradles it in his lightning scarred hand.
“Nothing too much. Big tickets would be any rogue cows or goats that aren’t accounted for.” A brief pause before he shrugs lightly. “Pheasants would probably be easier to come by.” He finds it in him now to be able to swivel on the chair again to face her more fully, his knee knocking into her in the process, but he pretends not to notice. “Was just going to see what the day gave us.”
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.
