i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
The merchant beams, nodding to Phoebe before dragging Sunjata through the fabrics, waiting for her to arrive to the counter to speak with him too. Sunjata idly flips through the blankets, wanting to bury his head into the sand, wanting nothing more than to leave before barbs can be thrown. Hank focuses on Phoebe as she arrives and when Phoebe stands beside Sunjata, she’ll find a whole set of new scars spanning his skin, most notably the half Glasgow smile that puckers up half of his cheek. ‘Mm, lemme check the back, Phoebe.’ Hank says with a playful wink, before a dead serious gaze drifts to Sunjata paired with a hand pointing his finger directly at the Governor.
‘An don’t you go nowhere, Flood. I’ll check if there’s more for you too.’ With the threat given, Sunjata nods quietly while Hank busies himself in the back. He sighs, flickering through the blankets. “Hello Phoebe.” He says quietly, tentatively, prodding without looking at her. His awkwardness continues to leak from him like a faucet, busying himself with the blankets.
‘An don’t you go nowhere, Flood. I’ll check if there’s more for you too.’ With the threat given, Sunjata nods quietly while Hank busies himself in the back. He sighs, flickering through the blankets. “Hello Phoebe.” He says quietly, tentatively, prodding without looking at her. His awkwardness continues to leak from him like a faucet, busying himself with the blankets.
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
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.
