relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
From everything he knew of Phoebe since he’d met her when he’d first arrived, how she’d seemingly been sheltered in a sense away from sex, Sunjata can’t help the surprised huff of a laugh that leaves him when she says kinky; the word coming from her certainly enough to get him out of those odd shadows that continued to try and creep in. “Yes, I think they enjoy it.” And he doesn’t mind, it keeps him from having to deal with coming to terms with someone else wearing Nate’s face.
Melita’s and his situation has him shaking his head. “No, her father was an asshole. We agree on that.” Graasvoel had been one of the worst people Sunjata had known in his lifetime – had done so many terrible things that he was glad to know that Melita often felt the same when it came to her father. “I just had a tendency of doing stupid and selfish things to try and keep Nate alive. I burned many bridges.” He admits with a sigh, looking back down to his glass and takes another sip from it.
As she finishes off her drink, though, and comments about Frey sending her to him, he glances back up at her with a similar steel gaze that seemed to hide much behind them, not unlike they had been when they’d first met – only he’d been less scarred, less tattooed, less worn. And there hadn’t been the strip of grey starting to poke through the dark brown waves of his hair. “They mentioned that there was a part of you that still cared.” He admits, the Flood watching the Nightingale to see just how she reacts to that comment – wondering if Frey was wrong.
Melita’s and his situation has him shaking his head. “No, her father was an asshole. We agree on that.” Graasvoel had been one of the worst people Sunjata had known in his lifetime – had done so many terrible things that he was glad to know that Melita often felt the same when it came to her father. “I just had a tendency of doing stupid and selfish things to try and keep Nate alive. I burned many bridges.” He admits with a sigh, looking back down to his glass and takes another sip from it.
As she finishes off her drink, though, and comments about Frey sending her to him, he glances back up at her with a similar steel gaze that seemed to hide much behind them, not unlike they had been when they’d first met – only he’d been less scarred, less tattooed, less worn. And there hadn’t been the strip of grey starting to poke through the dark brown waves of his hair. “They mentioned that there was a part of you that still cared.” He admits, the Flood watching the Nightingale to see just how she reacts to that comment – wondering if Frey was wrong.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
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.
