but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
Whiskey has always been Sunjata’s favorite – ever since Korofi and the resistance had opened up the opportunity to him. It was always something that he’d chosen when given the chance – whether to relive the life he once had, or to remind himself of days that were far worse than even his worst day here in Caido. It was hard to tell with him at the end of the day. But some things remained the same – the cigarette settled between his index and middle finger as he leans against the bar after pouring her glass for her, head tilting a small amount toward her as she downs the drink – almost with a nod, almost.
But she slides the glass back and he hums a quiet smoky chuckle as he reaches for the bottle again, pouring her another shot of the whiskey and sliding the bottle back before slipping the shot glass toward her as he picks up his own glass of whiskey. “Thanks.” He offers in response to her prior compliment, the arm with the tattoos lifting and spinning a small amount as if to show off where the starry wavelengths went, before his steel gaze lifts back to meet hers. “I’m afraid we haven’t met yet, though I don’t typically come around here anymore.” His accented rumble reaches her, a playful smirk crossing his face. “Sunjata.” He introduces himself, gesturing to himself with the drink before taking a sip.
But she slides the glass back and he hums a quiet smoky chuckle as he reaches for the bottle again, pouring her another shot of the whiskey and sliding the bottle back before slipping the shot glass toward her as he picks up his own glass of whiskey. “Thanks.” He offers in response to her prior compliment, the arm with the tattoos lifting and spinning a small amount as if to show off where the starry wavelengths went, before his steel gaze lifts back to meet hers. “I’m afraid we haven’t met yet, though I don’t typically come around here anymore.” His accented rumble reaches her, a playful smirk crossing his face. “Sunjata.” He introduces himself, gesturing to himself with the drink before taking a sip.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
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.
