hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
“Given the right circumstances, sure.” He teases her back as she buries her face in the pillows, stretching catlike in the corner of his eye as he lays out all the goodies they’d brought up. Once it’s organized in a way that makes sense, and he offers his little tidbit of information for Isla, he tilts his head back toward her, scanning her with the catlike smile and the curve of her horns, so much smoother and brighter than the rough and rugged spiraled ones of his own.
He hums a note of agreement, mimicking her as he shifts to lay on his side, facing her on his elbow as his wings droop, resting against the blankets of the rest of the bed behind him. “We’ll have some great business then.” He agrees before flashing her a playful and mischievous smirk. “Frey and I have decided to make it so that the rooms can be whatever you’d like them to be. Enchanting them based off of personal preference.” He explains, lifting his nonlightning scarred hand (his dominate one) to gesture in front of him. “So I have to ask a few people what kind of places they wished to be intimate in, visit them, and figure out anything that could be of note.” Safety wise or not.
And now that he’s explained it to Isla, he keeps that playful smirk. “You can help, too, if you want to.” He flashes her a wink, all the brooding caretaker from the floor below gone in the comfort of his room and office.
He hums a note of agreement, mimicking her as he shifts to lay on his side, facing her on his elbow as his wings droop, resting against the blankets of the rest of the bed behind him. “We’ll have some great business then.” He agrees before flashing her a playful and mischievous smirk. “Frey and I have decided to make it so that the rooms can be whatever you’d like them to be. Enchanting them based off of personal preference.” He explains, lifting his nonlightning scarred hand (his dominate one) to gesture in front of him. “So I have to ask a few people what kind of places they wished to be intimate in, visit them, and figure out anything that could be of note.” Safety wise or not.
And now that he’s explained it to Isla, he keeps that playful smirk. “You can help, too, if you want to.” He flashes her a wink, all the brooding caretaker from the floor below gone in the comfort of his room and office.
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.
