hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
It might be a sad fact, but the truth of it remains – and as Isla openly admits it’s a sad thing, only then does he somewhat draw a fraction more reserved, flashing her a soft smile as her hand covers his, nodding. “I don’t mind.” He offers to try and soothe any worries she might have. It’s simply up to him to get used to it again. Hands that are warm specifically and not essentially room temperature or cold.
But she continues on about Nate, and Sunjata certainly hasn’t had enough liquor for this, and he nods quietly as he finishes off the rest of his drink only to pour another in, keeping it on his side to keep from Isla receiving more if only to keep her from getting sick all over the room upstairs. “Yeah, he was.” He agrees softly, wings shuffling awkwardly as he swallows down around the burn and the sudden slight lump in his throat, searching for any kind of distraction to keep from his mood shifting back to where it had spent months at.
“They tuck in tight. And with that show from that guy earlier, I doubt anyone wants to get in close to me anyway.” He pauses, puffing out a laugh that doesn’t quite reach everywhere else on him. He does, however, manage to glance at her sidelong with that same crooked smile as before, yet somehow it’s lost a glint of its luster. “Guess you’re stuck with me for the night.” Not like it was different from any other night, but still.
Now he was simply just brooding.
But she continues on about Nate, and Sunjata certainly hasn’t had enough liquor for this, and he nods quietly as he finishes off the rest of his drink only to pour another in, keeping it on his side to keep from Isla receiving more if only to keep her from getting sick all over the room upstairs. “Yeah, he was.” He agrees softly, wings shuffling awkwardly as he swallows down around the burn and the sudden slight lump in his throat, searching for any kind of distraction to keep from his mood shifting back to where it had spent months at.
“They tuck in tight. And with that show from that guy earlier, I doubt anyone wants to get in close to me anyway.” He pauses, puffing out a laugh that doesn’t quite reach everywhere else on him. He does, however, manage to glance at her sidelong with that same crooked smile as before, yet somehow it’s lost a glint of its luster. “Guess you’re stuck with me for the night.” Not like it was different from any other night, but still.
Now he was simply just brooding.
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.
