don't you know i'm no good for you?
He listens to her instruction on where and how long they are to wait for something to happen, and he nods to her with the result of waiting, the result of lunch despite the fact that Halo leaves him far less hungry than usual – far more likely to crave a drink and a cigarette rather than think about consuming food of all things. But he follows her anyway, a hum of a laugh leaving him. “Sure.” He’s never been quite good at waiting around for something to happen, far too impatient for it.
But he walks with her as she leads them, gaze remaining ahead to see where she might choose, until he can feel her gaze on him and he tears his stormy gaze away from the path they’re following, to see the glint of mischief in her gaze, hears the words that leave her lips, looks down to item she has in her hands, and he chuckles quietly to that. A light smirk crosses his face and he pulls her close, head tilting slightly.
“Is that so?” A quiet hum, the gleam to his eyes shifting toward something else. His voice drops a bit lower, gaze flitting about her face with that same quiet smirk. “How tight of a spot are you thinking?” An amused purr leaving his lips as he slips the cord from her hands to hold it in his gloved ones, a brow raised as he searches her face again.
But he walks with her as she leads them, gaze remaining ahead to see where she might choose, until he can feel her gaze on him and he tears his stormy gaze away from the path they’re following, to see the glint of mischief in her gaze, hears the words that leave her lips, looks down to item she has in her hands, and he chuckles quietly to that. A light smirk crosses his face and he pulls her close, head tilting slightly.
“Is that so?” A quiet hum, the gleam to his eyes shifting toward something else. His voice drops a bit lower, gaze flitting about her face with that same quiet smirk. “How tight of a spot are you thinking?” An amused purr leaving his lips as he slips the cord from her hands to hold it in his gloved ones, a brow raised as he searches her face again.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
