memories of a bygone age

// maybe we're endless, maybe we're infinite //

He doesn’t know what to expect when it comes to meeting Hotaru’s best friend. But he does corral Petronella onto his shoulder as her makeshift perch when he’s notified that Alys is here, steel gaze immediately looking to Hotaru in an uncharacteristically self conscious moment of do I look put together enough? He’s back to wearing his short sleeved shirts, a deep grey that contrasts with the scarred skin and dark tattoos, the shade of a short beard darkening his face alongside his freckles and bright grey eyes. His hair is kempt, combed somewhat back and off to the side, revealing the very same earrings worn in his ears that he refuses to take out. One set is for the hEARS while the second set dangle with feathers and navy blue, a gift from Nate he refuses to part with.

The rest of him is all the same – dark jeans, boots. But he does smooth out his shirt, removing a piece of fur from the shirt that had shed from likely one of his shifts. Regardless, once her approval is met, his arm slips into hers, hand intwining with Hotaru’s, and they descend the stairs to greet their guest. Sunjata remains silent, fully expecting the excitement from Hotaru at seeing her friend to be the first display, but he does offer a gentle smile – crooked in how the scar on his face has ruined the muscle there.

SUNJATA