temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
It does have a tendency of putting things in stark contrast with the backdrop of the House of Midnight, so much so that he finds himself distracted by her pale skin and the gilded hair that seems to fall like molten gold. And as he tells her who all he meets, offering that quiet indication (which who knows, might change given the events that occur after this), it’s with a quiet sigh and a nod, a small smile as he agrees that it was a lot.
And before he can say anything else, her question will grant her exactly the answer she seeks when he winces slightly and nods, flashing her an apologetic smile over the rim of the glass. “I have. It’s just… Nice to have something to focus on.” Something else, which is why when this had been offered to him he’d nearly jumped at the chance to do it. Something to keep the shadows away and keep him from remaining as that hermit in the Refuge, away from everyone and everything, a half shifted demigod creature unwilling to let anyone get close.
“I don’t mind it, though.” Because there are people to step in and do it when he’s called away or has somewhere to go that can’t be here all day, every day.
And before he can say anything else, her question will grant her exactly the answer she seeks when he winces slightly and nods, flashing her an apologetic smile over the rim of the glass. “I have. It’s just… Nice to have something to focus on.” Something else, which is why when this had been offered to him he’d nearly jumped at the chance to do it. Something to keep the shadows away and keep him from remaining as that hermit in the Refuge, away from everyone and everything, a half shifted demigod creature unwilling to let anyone get close.
“I don’t mind it, though.” Because there are people to step in and do it when he’s called away or has somewhere to go that can’t be here all day, every day.
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.
