hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
“Now cream I think we do have.” Sunjata murmurs, slowly coming out of the clouds as they make their way back toward the pantry. Of course, he notices that he was correct in his assumptions of everyone giving them a wide berth, though Sunjata pays it little mind as she remains tucked in against his side and he helps her to the pantry.
The reminder of last time has his nose wrinkling preemptively. “Once was enough.” He mutters with a soft laugh, a roll of his eyes and a shake of his horned head. “I didn’t even know you had that much in you.” And it had been a nightmare to clean up, to the point Sunjata had decided to say fuck it and scrab the poor furniture stained with all of her bad decisions.
They make it to the pantry, at least, stepping in and Sunjata carefully releases the hold he has on her even if his wing remains out subconsciously just in case. “What would we even keep up there? Jerky? Fruits?” His head tilts toward her as he reaches up to grab a bundle of peaches.
The reminder of last time has his nose wrinkling preemptively. “Once was enough.” He mutters with a soft laugh, a roll of his eyes and a shake of his horned head. “I didn’t even know you had that much in you.” And it had been a nightmare to clean up, to the point Sunjata had decided to say fuck it and scrab the poor furniture stained with all of her bad decisions.
They make it to the pantry, at least, stepping in and Sunjata carefully releases the hold he has on her even if his wing remains out subconsciously just in case. “What would we even keep up there? Jerky? Fruits?” His head tilts toward her as he reaches up to grab a bundle of peaches.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
