SUNJATA
the flood
“Mmm, dream talk.” Sunjata concludes as Ronin’s pulling away. A part of him already misses the added warmth of the Star, but there’s a bit more of him that realizes how parched he is, how much the thought of water sounds horrible, and how maybe — just maybe — he can start the day with some whiskey.
There’s a hand offered to him and he takes it — peering briefly at the door as he pulls himself up out of bed with Ronin’s help. “Pancakes.” Sunjata offers with a fanged smirk back at Ronin. “So you did have the idea of food with you when you came through the window.” He accuses, his dreary state having him make a bit more sense, though he still wears nothing but a pair of shorts. Ronin might be able to spy the scar to his leg where he’d been trapped as a child, among the multitude of other scars he’s gotten while here.
But he’s opening the door, forgetting completely about the shadow he’d seen blocking it, and makes his way down the stairs relatively easily. And then the kitchen’s there — Sunjata immediately moving to open the alcohol cabinet.
There’s a hand offered to him and he takes it — peering briefly at the door as he pulls himself up out of bed with Ronin’s help. “Pancakes.” Sunjata offers with a fanged smirk back at Ronin. “So you did have the idea of food with you when you came through the window.” He accuses, his dreary state having him make a bit more sense, though he still wears nothing but a pair of shorts. Ronin might be able to spy the scar to his leg where he’d been trapped as a child, among the multitude of other scars he’s gotten while here.
But he’s opening the door, forgetting completely about the shadow he’d seen blocking it, and makes his way down the stairs relatively easily. And then the kitchen’s there — Sunjata immediately moving to open the alcohol cabinet.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
