the sea speaks a little more honestly
Their eyes meet, briefly, and Sunjata spies that feline smile that spreads across Thomas’ face. He can’t help but to let his gaze return to the other man when he’s addressed, pausing in his trek toward the outdoors. Alcohol still burns in his system and Sunjata finds himself slowing, curious because he can’t recall seeing him before, only to remind himself he’s never quite gotten this far into this place before.
So he hums a quiet agreement, chin lifting a fraction before he takes the seat opposite of the other man. He’s tempted to tell him that he can’t stay long, but honestly? What’s stopping him? He has a sitter for his daughter and nobody else awaiting him back home, so where was the harm in it? He sinks into the seat, long legs stretching out before him. “Whiskey.” He rumbles toFinn Thomas, before he lets his gaze linger along him a bit longer out of pure intrigue. “What’s yours?” He asks, flashing a fanged smirk with a raise of his brow.
So he hums a quiet agreement, chin lifting a fraction before he takes the seat opposite of the other man. He’s tempted to tell him that he can’t stay long, but honestly? What’s stopping him? He has a sitter for his daughter and nobody else awaiting him back home, so where was the harm in it? He sinks into the seat, long legs stretching out before him. “Whiskey.” He rumbles to
to those who are willing to drown
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.
