SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
“Alright. Fair.” He retorts with a light snort, a slight shake of his head. But as she speaks next, the amusement grows the light smirk that crosses his face, that brings the corners of it up in all his roguish charm. “It would have been the clever response. But, I’m a bit too distracted to come up with anything like it.” He offers her with a wink, continuing the light tracing of his fingers through her hair. He settles in the pillow about more, eyes shutting against the soft breeze to his back, and he gives into the feeling it brings — the relaxation it brings.
Her hand rests on his side, and he keeps his hands on her, touchy as he usually was after this. “Some of those drinks were deceptively strong. On purpose, no doubt.” He comments, opening his eyes to peer at her beneath the heavily lidded gaze he gives her, some playful accusation to the business she’s running. Of course, he’s not one to complain, not when he’s done much the same at the VlamVloed, not when he’s offered drinks in the Slagveld in Torchline that had also been a bit too strong than they otherwise should have been.
Her hand rests on his side, and he keeps his hands on her, touchy as he usually was after this. “Some of those drinks were deceptively strong. On purpose, no doubt.” He comments, opening his eyes to peer at her beneath the heavily lidded gaze he gives her, some playful accusation to the business she’s running. Of course, he’s not one to complain, not when he’s done much the same at the VlamVloed, not when he’s offered drinks in the Slagveld in Torchline that had also been a bit too strong than they otherwise should have been.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
