first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
She pauses before she speaks and that’s when the bit of worry begins to settle in his gut, swirling with the alcohol and everything else that could start to make him sick with worry, but it doesn’t happen. She speaks of praying again, just as he had suggested, and when she talks of the lighthouse, he nods, and can only imagine where it’s going.
She’d met Safrin. And of course it does cause him to tense a bit, causes the starry tattoos on his arms to shift a little slower at the mention of her, and Sunjata has to take every bit of will within him not to reach and rub at the constellation tattoo in the center of his chest. “Is that so?” He asks quietly instead, happily taking the bottle as she tries to soothe him and takes the cigarette instead.
She lays on him a bit more fully and he takes a sip of the bottle again, swallowing it hard as she tells him that she had said she told Safrin he’d told her to come. “I am sure Safrin was quite pleased about that?” He asks, casting his steel gaze down to her, tapping a finger along the bottle of rum as he considers it, considers what her explanation would be, knowing that Sunjata simply continues to follow through with his promise to his goddess from years ago to spread her name.
She’s likely reveling in it.
She’d met Safrin. And of course it does cause him to tense a bit, causes the starry tattoos on his arms to shift a little slower at the mention of her, and Sunjata has to take every bit of will within him not to reach and rub at the constellation tattoo in the center of his chest. “Is that so?” He asks quietly instead, happily taking the bottle as she tries to soothe him and takes the cigarette instead.
She lays on him a bit more fully and he takes a sip of the bottle again, swallowing it hard as she tells him that she had said she told Safrin he’d told her to come. “I am sure Safrin was quite pleased about that?” He asks, casting his steel gaze down to her, tapping a finger along the bottle of rum as he considers it, considers what her explanation would be, knowing that Sunjata simply continues to follow through with his promise to his goddess from years ago to spread her name.
She’s likely reveling in it.
up high, but i stay low
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.
