i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He doesn’t expect her to help, but when she offers he hums a soft sound of agreement. “If you would like to.” He won’t say no, of course. After all, this dinner despite it’s difficult beginnings has gone well, and Sunjata’s hopeful (to the point where his chest almost hurts with it) that it’s a sign of their growth and good things to come.
He meanders toward the kitchen with his selection of plates, setting them in the sink before he moves onto the wax lined fabric used to help preserve the rest of the dinner, sure that it would get eaten at some point (gods knew it was probably the best thing he’s ever cooked, and somewhere he thinks that Nate would be proud of that fact). Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt when she asks about Nate’s lantern, and his lips twist in a somewhat fond manner, working to prep the fabric for the meat as he speaks. “It’s mostly a silver lantern, but the bottom portion has hints of leather because of that jacket he always wore. I etched in some stars into the metal, like the tattoos he had on his side, and a little bird on the other side.” He pauses, moving to take the meat to slip into the fabric pocket he’s made. “But I want to get a band to go around it in gold and silver that’s our rings combined. We had them made so they would fit together.” He wore the sun, and Sunjata wore the moon. And they fit together perfectly.
"What's on yours?" He asks, looking up at her, lips still lifted into a small smile with the fondness for it.
He meanders toward the kitchen with his selection of plates, setting them in the sink before he moves onto the wax lined fabric used to help preserve the rest of the dinner, sure that it would get eaten at some point (gods knew it was probably the best thing he’s ever cooked, and somewhere he thinks that Nate would be proud of that fact). Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt when she asks about Nate’s lantern, and his lips twist in a somewhat fond manner, working to prep the fabric for the meat as he speaks. “It’s mostly a silver lantern, but the bottom portion has hints of leather because of that jacket he always wore. I etched in some stars into the metal, like the tattoos he had on his side, and a little bird on the other side.” He pauses, moving to take the meat to slip into the fabric pocket he’s made. “But I want to get a band to go around it in gold and silver that’s our rings combined. We had them made so they would fit together.” He wore the sun, and Sunjata wore the moon. And they fit together perfectly.
"What's on yours?" He asks, looking up at her, lips still lifted into a small smile with the fondness for it.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
