ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
A crooked smile falls into place at Neron’s drawl. But he passes on that conversation in favor for hearing of what exactly it was Neron was doing here and whether it was the same as his husband’s. The Ascended leans against the counter and Sunjata folds his arms along the top of it easily, peering up at Neron from where he sits, his dragon wings tucked in tight to not jostle anything else as he listens.
“Either this or the Greatwood and we know just how well the Fae would appreciate seeing Nate’s handsome face, hm?” He replies with a shake of his head, that smile growing a bit wider as he both agrees with Neron’s sarcasm as well as denies it. As for what he could get him, Sunjata leans back a bit, hands spreading along the bar top, along damaged lines of lightning that had edged into the wood.
He makes a show of considering it before his steel gaze lands on Neron again. “Whiskey. Not the one on the shelf, but if you look down to the left from where you are there’s a drawer that looks like a panel. That’s the good whiskey.” He’d made sure that the bottles were still there – hardly anyone else knowing of the little compartment.
“Either this or the Greatwood and we know just how well the Fae would appreciate seeing Nate’s handsome face, hm?” He replies with a shake of his head, that smile growing a bit wider as he both agrees with Neron’s sarcasm as well as denies it. As for what he could get him, Sunjata leans back a bit, hands spreading along the bar top, along damaged lines of lightning that had edged into the wood.
He makes a show of considering it before his steel gaze lands on Neron again. “Whiskey. Not the one on the shelf, but if you look down to the left from where you are there’s a drawer that looks like a panel. That’s the good whiskey.” He’d made sure that the bottles were still there – hardly anyone else knowing of the little compartment.
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.
