hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
“Ah,” He replies with a huff of a laugh. Of course, he’s distracted the second she takes the bite out of the peach, and watches as she immediately moves to wipe away the drippings of it before his attention tilts back to the crate. She starts to ramble and he’s totally content listening to her go on and on about it, until she shuts her mouth with another bite of the peach.
“Blackberry.” He offers out with surprising ease. “My mother used to make me a blackberry cobbler for my birthday every year.” One tradition that Nate had kept as soon as he’d found out. But Sunjata stifles his thoughts and the words that leave him, taking a bite of his own peach and taking a smidge less care when it comes to dripping down his chin.
“Blackberry.” He offers out with surprising ease. “My mother used to make me a blackberry cobbler for my birthday every year.” One tradition that Nate had kept as soon as he’d found out. But Sunjata stifles his thoughts and the words that leave him, taking a bite of his own peach and taking a smidge less care when it comes to dripping down his chin.
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.
