temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
They’re both tired at the end of the day, and yes some of the tactics here are the same Sunjata used with Nate – a double edged sword of the familiarity to him while the similarity within the two of them burned and scarred the edges of his already fractured heart. “You should.” Sunjata says immediately, with no hesitation what so ever, watching Bart decide on what he wanted to do. The Flood would support him in whatever he decided to do.
His arm wraps around his brother in law’s shoulder, and feels the second that the other Wren sags into his embrace, and Sunjata would be lying if he didn’t say his arm tightened around him just a little as if it might help keep himself together too. Even as the next set of words has Bart choking on his brother’s name, Sunjata can’t help the twist of a smile at the memory and the quietly uttered “yeah,” over a throat with a lump of sawdust stuck inside it. “King’s End. I can show you. You don’t have to do anything there either. We’ve got a clinic there too in case you want to help out there on occasion.” A small shrug, but offering help to a place that Isla has pioneered in the brothel didn’t seem like a bad idea.
As for the Grounds, Sunjata nods to that too. “I haven’t been back to the Grounds since before the war.” He admits, a hint sheepishly, afraid to go back there as if he were afraid of what he might find – what memories of his and Nate would be tainted from the places that had been either destroyed or completely changed.
His arm wraps around his brother in law’s shoulder, and feels the second that the other Wren sags into his embrace, and Sunjata would be lying if he didn’t say his arm tightened around him just a little as if it might help keep himself together too. Even as the next set of words has Bart choking on his brother’s name, Sunjata can’t help the twist of a smile at the memory and the quietly uttered “yeah,” over a throat with a lump of sawdust stuck inside it. “King’s End. I can show you. You don’t have to do anything there either. We’ve got a clinic there too in case you want to help out there on occasion.” A small shrug, but offering help to a place that Isla has pioneered in the brothel didn’t seem like a bad idea.
As for the Grounds, Sunjata nods to that too. “I haven’t been back to the Grounds since before the war.” He admits, a hint sheepishly, afraid to go back there as if he were afraid of what he might find – what memories of his and Nate would be tainted from the places that had been either destroyed or completely changed.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
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.
