// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
Brows raise in Maeve’s direction as she mentions a sky ship, curiosity zipping through him. A fleet of aerial ships? It’s an intriguing thought, one that has him pausing before he continues to tack things on. As for having any ideas, he shakes his head immediately — careful of Edmund still resting against his chest. The only thing the child might notice are the earrings that brush against his cheek with the movement. “None really. Sounds like you’ve got it figured out.” And besides, as much as he would love to stay and figure things out with her, it isn’t his job anymore. The stone in his back pocket is evidence enough he needs to definitely not do that.
The shopkeep arrives and Sunjata’s lips are parting right at the time Maeve tacks them onto her own tab, and his steel gaze darts to her as if checking to ensure she’s okay with that. He can pay for them, has no issue bargaining his strength or shifts for the alcohol and cigarettes. But she’s beaten him to it and he ducks his head instead. “Thank you.” He offers as the shopkeep sets to wrapping the alcohol for transport and Sunjata grabs the cigarettes to slip into any available pockets he has.
The shopkeep arrives and Sunjata’s lips are parting right at the time Maeve tacks them onto her own tab, and his steel gaze darts to her as if checking to ensure she’s okay with that. He can pay for them, has no issue bargaining his strength or shifts for the alcohol and cigarettes. But she’s beaten him to it and he ducks his head instead. “Thank you.” He offers as the shopkeep sets to wrapping the alcohol for transport and Sunjata grabs the cigarettes to slip into any available pockets he has.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
