relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
Her teasing brings a light snort from the Flood, nodding lightly even as he has to carefully pick apart his words to figure out just what it was he wanted to say, knowing how his words could often get turned around. It seems as though he’s done a good enough job this time, getting everything out in the open exactly how he intends, and relief spreads through him as she accepts his apology, his eyes finding her honey brown ones as a genuine smile tugs on his face again.
Then she stands to go and get a refill, and Sunjata takes the moment to look out the window again over the expanse of hills, humming lightly under his breath at her question, as if he didn’t know just where Frey wanted them to go now that amends were being amended. “I suppose friendship?” He starts to say, questioningly, and sounding a bit stupid as he stands from the booth to head to the bar, slipping behind it while the bartender fills her wine glass and he picks up the bottle of whiskey to fill his own again, leaning to face her at the bar now rather than the booths they had been in before. “Again, I am not very good at these things.” He flashes her a crooked smile, takes a sip of his glass, and sets it down with a quiet sigh as the burn reaches his throat.
“Perhaps just keeping in touch. And, if you would like to go to Frey to ask them what they meant by their warning, I am willing to go with you.” He murmurs, conceding now that he doesn’t feel like he’s standing on such unsteady feet.
Then she stands to go and get a refill, and Sunjata takes the moment to look out the window again over the expanse of hills, humming lightly under his breath at her question, as if he didn’t know just where Frey wanted them to go now that amends were being amended. “I suppose friendship?” He starts to say, questioningly, and sounding a bit stupid as he stands from the booth to head to the bar, slipping behind it while the bartender fills her wine glass and he picks up the bottle of whiskey to fill his own again, leaning to face her at the bar now rather than the booths they had been in before. “Again, I am not very good at these things.” He flashes her a crooked smile, takes a sip of his glass, and sets it down with a quiet sigh as the burn reaches his throat.
“Perhaps just keeping in touch. And, if you would like to go to Frey to ask them what they meant by their warning, I am willing to go with you.” He murmurs, conceding now that he doesn’t feel like he’s standing on such unsteady feet.
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.
