better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
“Yep.” Sunjata replies swiftly, a small smirk crossing his face as he innocently continues to apply paint to the wall. The paintbrush lifting to spread green along his cheek has a soft laugh slipping from this throat. But before he has a chance to say anything, he notices that Samuel has slipped out of the room, and a dark brow raises as a conspirator’s grin crosses his face, head tilting toward Nate just at the time that the Ascended grabs him and he spreads a long line of blue along the wall as he’s grabbed.
Paint spreads along his cheeks, along Nate’s, and a huff of laughter slips from him as the paint slips into his hand from the brush, slipping to run some of the color along Nate’s neck briefly. And then Sam’s appeared once more, and Sunjata stands up a bit straighter, tilting his paint covered head over toward the red head. “Actually paint” Ouch, Sam. But fine, challenge accepted. “I got this.” He assures Sam, voice rough and a bit thicker as if he’s indifferent toward Sam’s instructions.
But then, Sam leaves, and Sunjata’s adding a bit more paint to his brush, working on designs that weren’t too distracting, but definitely Torchline inspired – shells here and there, the sea, abstract as they may be. At least it didn’t take away too much from the overall picture, wasn’t distracting like Sam thought it would. And the messiness of their work certainly added to the appeal.
It certainly added some appeal to their clothes, blue covering the burn on his shoulder with handprints and paint streaks. And when Sam and Zeph return, if Sunjata’s a bit flushed, he’ll chalk it up to the heat. An arm slings around Nate’s shoulders, his other gesturing to the wall. “Not half bad, huh?” He offers with an easy feline smirk crossing his face.
Paint spreads along his cheeks, along Nate’s, and a huff of laughter slips from him as the paint slips into his hand from the brush, slipping to run some of the color along Nate’s neck briefly. And then Sam’s appeared once more, and Sunjata stands up a bit straighter, tilting his paint covered head over toward the red head. “Actually paint” Ouch, Sam. But fine, challenge accepted. “I got this.” He assures Sam, voice rough and a bit thicker as if he’s indifferent toward Sam’s instructions.
But then, Sam leaves, and Sunjata’s adding a bit more paint to his brush, working on designs that weren’t too distracting, but definitely Torchline inspired – shells here and there, the sea, abstract as they may be. At least it didn’t take away too much from the overall picture, wasn’t distracting like Sam thought it would. And the messiness of their work certainly added to the appeal.
It certainly added some appeal to their clothes, blue covering the burn on his shoulder with handprints and paint streaks. And when Sam and Zeph return, if Sunjata’s a bit flushed, he’ll chalk it up to the heat. An arm slings around Nate’s shoulders, his other gesturing to the wall. “Not half bad, huh?” He offers with an easy feline smirk crossing his face.
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.
