it's bad enough to see the sunlight through your seams
A low rumble of a laugh manages to break from him despite the slight grimace that twitches along his face, tugging at the scar on the side of his face. It would be something stupid or boorish and because they’d likely get everyone else calling it that, it would never truly recover from getting an official name. So he offers his suggestion up, looking to Isla to see her reaction to it.
And honestly? So far so good. Her suggestion has his brows rising, the fire underway of getting started when he returns to her and offers that same content smile. “That's a good idea.” Comes the easy compliment, before her suggestion has him huffing another soft laugh. “Now that’s going to take even longer to figure out.” He huffs, a sigh slipping past his lips as he shakes his head and ventures further into the empty rooms.
He wants to stick with the regal theme in a sense, and maybe it’s due to the fact he no longer rules anything, but a part of him wants to keep some semblance of that power even if it was entirely lost. Something like lord or crown, but even then those thoughts pop into his head and vanish again, refraining from wanting to give himself too much of an ego revolving it.
“Where do we start?” He asks, looking around at the walls and everything that needed to be done.
And honestly? So far so good. Her suggestion has his brows rising, the fire underway of getting started when he returns to her and offers that same content smile. “That's a good idea.” Comes the easy compliment, before her suggestion has him huffing another soft laugh. “Now that’s going to take even longer to figure out.” He huffs, a sigh slipping past his lips as he shakes his head and ventures further into the empty rooms.
He wants to stick with the regal theme in a sense, and maybe it’s due to the fact he no longer rules anything, but a part of him wants to keep some semblance of that power even if it was entirely lost. Something like lord or crown, but even then those thoughts pop into his head and vanish again, refraining from wanting to give himself too much of an ego revolving it.
“Where do we start?” He asks, looking around at the walls and everything that needed to be done.
the flood
the thread of you and hem of me, it's bad enough in between
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
