now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
“Your excellency?” He snorts, a dark brow lifted in response. A new royal nickname of sorts the Korofi man has never heard of, but it fades from his mind as soon as he withdraws his face from her. He can see the fraction of hurt there, and he doesn’t comment on it, unsure and uncertain as shadows begin to sweep in yet again — like they had been with Hotaru before her comment captures his attention.
Did she just call him a puddle?
His gaze snaps back to her, dark brow raised as he sits up slightly until he’s looking down at her, almost covering her slightly, his other arm blocking the other side of the bed. “The Puddle?” He rumbles, though his lips quirk with a small smirk. His face nearing hers again but staying away by a few inches. “Now my ego’s truly hurt.”
Did she just call him a puddle?
His gaze snaps back to her, dark brow raised as he sits up slightly until he’s looking down at her, almost covering her slightly, his other arm blocking the other side of the bed. “The Puddle?” He rumbles, though his lips quirk with a small smirk. His face nearing hers again but staying away by a few inches. “Now my ego’s truly hurt.”
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.
