i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
She says she considers herself warned, but Sunjata remains silent in wait for the reaction. He smirks, watching as she inspects it, and does allow his surprise to cross his face when she takes an indulgent sip. The smirk spreads into a crooked smile, a huff of his own laugh leaving him as she presses it back into his calloused hands.
He lifts it to his lips then in response, swallowing down another sip of it as he feels it burn down his throat again, the taste lingering in his mouth. “I’ve been doing it a while.” He says, shrugging off her comment before his head tilts, still angled toward leaning toward her. “And where was that again?” North of here, or did it have a name?
He lifts it to his lips then in response, swallowing down another sip of it as he feels it burn down his throat again, the taste lingering in his mouth. “I’ve been doing it a while.” He says, shrugging off her comment before his head tilts, still angled toward leaning toward her. “And where was that again?” North of here, or did it have a name?
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.
