it's bad enough to see the sunlight through your seams
His lip curls and his nose scrunches as she teases him, Sunjata offering her a very visible roll of his eyes. “Can you not do that?” He asks her, huffing another laugh – imagining that he’s only making the matters worse as he reacts to her comment in his clear distaste. But as she sheds out of her outer layers, he too, loses his jacket now, folding it up and setting it aside as he moves to a different pile – one not full of side tables but instead toward the edges of the room where small sized dressers sit, ready to be distributed.
He looks back to her when she curtseys, another soft snort slipping from his nose as he shakes his head and extends an arm to gesture out for her. “After you, my lady.” Flashing her a wink, he takes one of the dressers and prepares to take it along with to the next room that Isla heads to.
He looks back to her when she curtseys, another soft snort slipping from his nose as he shakes his head and extends an arm to gesture out for her. “After you, my lady.” Flashing her a wink, he takes one of the dressers and prepares to take it along with to the next room that Isla heads to.
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.
