when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
The mention of staying here for Deepfrost does quirk a brow curiously. “Grounds, hm?” He asks, assuming as much. They’d taken Grounders for LongNight last year, this year he’d promised Wessex it would be no different. They were welcome here, to party and stay away from the terrors of LongNight year after year. He intends to keep that plan, even if it draws ever closer to a terrible week of darkness of Sunjata unsure whether Nate was going to make it out or not.
But he swallows it down with an inhale of smoke, a cigarette offered for the other man that’s drawn out. He offers the matches as well, listening at the mention that he hasn’t seen it yet. A snort leaves him, the tendrils of smoke curling from the cigarette hanging from his own lips as he pulls it from his mouth. “Haven’t had the time to yet.” That easy smirk remains, nodding to follow Henry toward the larger tree.
And of course, he’s heard rumors of how the tree reacts to things. But they arrive, Henry suggests giving it a poke, and to be honest Sunjata’s not entirely too sure he wants to. So instead, he partially shifts his right hand to that of claws from his dragon shift, one ebony sharp edged talon stretching out to brush along the bough of the tree, watching as it begins to giggle, as the boughs begin to wiggle slightly, and Sunjata can’t help the huff of laughter that leaves him with it. “Well, that’s certainly something.” His gaze flickers back toward Henry with a raise of his brow again.
But he swallows it down with an inhale of smoke, a cigarette offered for the other man that’s drawn out. He offers the matches as well, listening at the mention that he hasn’t seen it yet. A snort leaves him, the tendrils of smoke curling from the cigarette hanging from his own lips as he pulls it from his mouth. “Haven’t had the time to yet.” That easy smirk remains, nodding to follow Henry toward the larger tree.
And of course, he’s heard rumors of how the tree reacts to things. But they arrive, Henry suggests giving it a poke, and to be honest Sunjata’s not entirely too sure he wants to. So instead, he partially shifts his right hand to that of claws from his dragon shift, one ebony sharp edged talon stretching out to brush along the bough of the tree, watching as it begins to giggle, as the boughs begin to wiggle slightly, and Sunjata can’t help the huff of laughter that leaves him with it. “Well, that’s certainly something.” His gaze flickers back toward Henry with a raise of his brow again.
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.
