temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Organized chaos, as Sunjata would describe it – only because he doesn’t have any idea to the organization that falls in this room, only that there had to be for it to be so cluttered yet look like everything had its specific place to be. It’s a certain kind of clutter that he appreciates – given the draconic shift in his skin, a certain treasure hoard that really itched the part of his brain that made it nice.
He does take it in, though, with nothing short of appreciation for a man dedicated to his craft (a craft being not just trinket boxes and jewelry as it so turns out), before the Flood steps in and places the crate precisely where the necromancer has asked for it to be placed. He sets it down neatly on the workbench, before he turns around, humming a note of agreement and flashing an easy smile over toward the young man. “Sometimes it’s nice to change it up.” Gods knew Sunjata was a fan of changing plenty up from time to time.
Idle chatter was a nice distraction, at the very least, and one that Sunjata focuses wholeheartedly on before he has to take his leave. Gratitude in abundance, offers for the necromancer to visit King’s End leave his lips with an almost playful gleam to his gaze, before he takes his leave feeling relatively refreshed before it inevitably comes crashing down again.
- FIN
He does take it in, though, with nothing short of appreciation for a man dedicated to his craft (a craft being not just trinket boxes and jewelry as it so turns out), before the Flood steps in and places the crate precisely where the necromancer has asked for it to be placed. He sets it down neatly on the workbench, before he turns around, humming a note of agreement and flashing an easy smile over toward the young man. “Sometimes it’s nice to change it up.” Gods knew Sunjata was a fan of changing plenty up from time to time.
Idle chatter was a nice distraction, at the very least, and one that Sunjata focuses wholeheartedly on before he has to take his leave. Gratitude in abundance, offers for the necromancer to visit King’s End leave his lips with an almost playful gleam to his gaze, before he takes his leave feeling relatively refreshed before it inevitably comes crashing down again.
- FIN
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.
