hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
A hum of a laugh is in agreement to the idea of not upsetting Frey, and the smile that lingers when she speaks her mock disbelief is one of amusement that reflects in his eyes. Their knees knock but Sunjata remains where he is, facing her easily as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey again. “Should be manageable.” He agrees, filtering it away for a tomorrow problem. Because right now she’s smiling at him all bright and perfectly, and he knows it’s his cue to fill both their glasses again.
So he does, but doesn’t get a chance to set the bottle down when she asks her emboldened question, giving him a brief pause. “What?” He asks for a moment before realizing what she meant, added to it with the hand that traces the wing and he visibly shivers, his skin flushing red as he sets the bottle down a little harder than he intends to. “Uh, no. The outsides of them are fine, just the inside is sensitive.” As evidenced by the way he’d reacted, attempting to cover it up with the clearing of his throat, his gaze quickly drifting from her to his glass that he picks up.
“Though I did lose some feeling in that one when my father broke it.” He adds, taking a sip from the whiskey before nodding to the slouched wing with the pale scar running along the joint.
So he does, but doesn’t get a chance to set the bottle down when she asks her emboldened question, giving him a brief pause. “What?” He asks for a moment before realizing what she meant, added to it with the hand that traces the wing and he visibly shivers, his skin flushing red as he sets the bottle down a little harder than he intends to. “Uh, no. The outsides of them are fine, just the inside is sensitive.” As evidenced by the way he’d reacted, attempting to cover it up with the clearing of his throat, his gaze quickly drifting from her to his glass that he picks up.
“Though I did lose some feeling in that one when my father broke it.” He adds, taking a sip from the whiskey before nodding to the slouched wing with the pale scar running along the joint.
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.
