// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
Despite all the differences in King’s End, the second that a slight movement captures his gaze and he spots Isla, things feel like they’re back to normal – like a missing piece has just slotted back in. So it’s with a wave back to her and a bright smile as she hurries toward the door that he sets the coffee down on the little end table, disappearing back inside to the sleepy, quiet brothel.
He’s on the second floor balcony, which makes some time pass for her to get in and get comfortable, before he descends to meet her, a smile brightly aimed the second he sees her and boldly reaches out to embrace her, skin tinged cold with the breeze from outside, the scar on his face and arms lighting up like a clap of lightning that reflects a pale blue glow against his skin. “Isla, it’s so good to see you.” He tries to keep his voice down so as to not wake anyone up, but the excitement of her arrival is clear. “Do you want something to drink or something to eat? Both or neither?” He asks with a little huff of a laugh, getting the little things out of the way.
He’s on the second floor balcony, which makes some time pass for her to get in and get comfortable, before he descends to meet her, a smile brightly aimed the second he sees her and boldly reaches out to embrace her, skin tinged cold with the breeze from outside, the scar on his face and arms lighting up like a clap of lightning that reflects a pale blue glow against his skin. “Isla, it’s so good to see you.” He tries to keep his voice down so as to not wake anyone up, but the excitement of her arrival is clear. “Do you want something to drink or something to eat? Both or neither?” He asks with a little huff of a laugh, getting the little things out of the way.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
