the sea speaks a little more honestly
“I doubt it ever will.” He hums to her easily, a huff of a laugh slipping from his throat before she’s twirling it around, a curious gaze lingering in those bi-toned eyes that has a slight smirk crossing his face that’s both somewhat fake and somewhat honest as he cocks his head toward her. “A truth serum.” He explains, before the smirk begins to falter and he turns toward Nate with an outstretched elbow to try and change the subject.
Still, his gaze flickers between the two with a hint of interest, of the chime of Nate’s laughter, the double meaning that even Sunjata gets. And some sheen of redness comes to the back of his neck as he exhales quietly, turning his gaze back to Hotaru with a look that seems to suggest that she knows why, with the history between him and the Valkyrie.
He can see her attempt to redirect, and his gaze narrows in on her a small amount. And he doesn’t particularly care that Nate’s there to overhear the concern that’s about to lace his voice before he swallows it down – though he knows she might, which helps keep his tongue held. Still, he hopes Hotaru can trust Nate as much as she trusted him once upon a time. “Why don’t you two get reacquainted, and I’ll bring the drinks. I think we can agree we all need it.” A raise of his brow to that, head jutting toward the sitting area in the corner before he slips away once more.
He goes behind the counter to grab a few glasses and a bottle, searching for something strong as Hotaru had given him once upon a time – a momentarily reflection of the night he’d stayed with her as a complete mess, to hear story upon story, to share before he’d destroyed that. After a fair bit of time of searching for the right bottle, he snags it and aims to return to the pair.
Still, his gaze flickers between the two with a hint of interest, of the chime of Nate’s laughter, the double meaning that even Sunjata gets. And some sheen of redness comes to the back of his neck as he exhales quietly, turning his gaze back to Hotaru with a look that seems to suggest that she knows why, with the history between him and the Valkyrie.
He can see her attempt to redirect, and his gaze narrows in on her a small amount. And he doesn’t particularly care that Nate’s there to overhear the concern that’s about to lace his voice before he swallows it down – though he knows she might, which helps keep his tongue held. Still, he hopes Hotaru can trust Nate as much as she trusted him once upon a time. “Why don’t you two get reacquainted, and I’ll bring the drinks. I think we can agree we all need it.” A raise of his brow to that, head jutting toward the sitting area in the corner before he slips away once more.
He goes behind the counter to grab a few glasses and a bottle, searching for something strong as Hotaru had given him once upon a time – a momentarily reflection of the night he’d stayed with her as a complete mess, to hear story upon story, to share before he’d destroyed that. After a fair bit of time of searching for the right bottle, he snags it and aims to return to the pair.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
