"please stop you're scaring me" i can't help this awful energy
god damn right, you should be scared of me
He watches her lean back against the couch, hearing the coldness of her voice and appreciating it all the same. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead he tilts the bottle to her in silent agreement, a silent cheer before he fills his glass once more. Her laugh, however, catches his gaze, sparking another small smile to cross across his face. “I’ve heard that before.” Not here, not in Caido, but far away from here.
Still, she plays the game, and she plays it incredibly well. Reminds him immensely of Lusea and it starts to hurt slightly deep within – until she catches him in that dualtoned gaze of hers, sharp and vibrant, and he watches her offer spill from full lips. A slow, bigger smile crosses his face at her offer but he doesn’t respond, instead he manages to break his gaze away, lifting his glass and standing to step around where she sits, to lean against the back of her section of the couch with the glass in hand.
His free hand reaches to brush his index finger along her cheek while his head rests along the other side of her, amusement and some surprise lingering in his tone. “Then we are agreed.” He offers, reaching forward to clink his glass against hers. “Welcome to the club, we’ll get you well acquainted.” Before stepping back and beckoning her to follow him through the back of the home, toward the entrance of the Advocates.
Still, she plays the game, and she plays it incredibly well. Reminds him immensely of Lusea and it starts to hurt slightly deep within – until she catches him in that dualtoned gaze of hers, sharp and vibrant, and he watches her offer spill from full lips. A slow, bigger smile crosses his face at her offer but he doesn’t respond, instead he manages to break his gaze away, lifting his glass and standing to step around where she sits, to lean against the back of her section of the couch with the glass in hand.
His free hand reaches to brush his index finger along her cheek while his head rests along the other side of her, amusement and some surprise lingering in his tone. “Then we are agreed.” He offers, reaching forward to clink his glass against hers. “Welcome to the club, we’ll get you well acquainted.” Before stepping back and beckoning her to follow him through the back of the home, toward the entrance of the Advocates.
who is in control?
SUNJATA
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.
