// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
“What I wouldn’t give to be able to ignore accidentally smashing my thumb with a hammer.” Sunjata remarks perhaps a bit wistfully, but imagines it does make any and all kinds of repairs like that so much easier. But when she asks about the blackberry, he flashes her a boyish smirk, leaning in towards her as she nudges him. “When I was younger, my mother used to make me a blackberry pie for my birthday.” And given it was Leafchange now, he’s going to count it.
That and Nate won’t be around to help him make one they can share for both of their birthdays.
He swallows the bite and rolls his eyes toward her, taking the toffee and unwraps it. “Like a sweet lemon, not the kind that made the insides of my mouth water.” He protests, before slipping the toffee into his mouth and hums a content sigh. He nods with it, quite the relief from the surprising sourness of the lemon one. Definitely a winner in his book.
He swallows the bite and rolls his eyes toward her, taking the toffee and unwraps it. “Like a sweet lemon, not the kind that made the insides of my mouth water.” He protests, before slipping the toffee into his mouth and hums a content sigh. He nods with it, quite the relief from the surprising sourness of the lemon one. Definitely a winner in his book.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
