now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He offers her a quiet hum of acknowledgement at the ingredients, recalling the peppermint and the lavender — how she typically made things using at least the lavender when it came to smells and relaxing scents. But he doesn’t comment on it as her fingertips drift from his head, along the tattooed collarbones and his sternum, delicately attuned to where her hands are going.
But she lifts them again, telling him she’s going to bring an incense burner and he hums to that. “I don’t typically spend much of my time here. The front part is going to be the new bar but that’s mostly it. These are just the extra rooms.” He offers, not telling her where he’s staying, but why she probably thought it was a bit dull, a bit boring in comparison. At least it was more interesting than the room he’d grown up in.
But she lifts them again, telling him she’s going to bring an incense burner and he hums to that. “I don’t typically spend much of my time here. The front part is going to be the new bar but that’s mostly it. These are just the extra rooms.” He offers, not telling her where he’s staying, but why she probably thought it was a bit dull, a bit boring in comparison. At least it was more interesting than the room he’d grown up in.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
