// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
Despite being the only one privy to the weakness, it isn’t something Sunjata will judge her for. It’s what drives him to pulse nothing but affection and care for her, for the protection that it’s clear they both have offered to one another, protection that assures despite whatever threat there might be that they can handle it without second guessing. The regrets and confusion can come later, as it does now with the Flood, but he focuses on her right now, because making sure she’s okay before they continue is his utmost, top priority.
Her feline features meet with the protective understanding of his dragon shift, still shown in the scales and claws that tenderly continue to reach for her, to run a sharp talon through pulling her blonde hair back as he situates the sweater a bit more on her. Of course. He murmurs to her, nothing but assured understanding as he pushes away his second guessing as to what happened with George, but needing to ask the question anyway.
After all, they were supposed to go on a date before Sunjata got into the middle of it. Before Hotaru had come to him in the House of Midnight trying to see if she could still feel something when she kissed. When this reconnection had begun to turn from a tiny snowball into a boulder, rolling faster and faster.
He doesn’t want to part from her, but he tries to soothe her with the understanding that he will have to do it. But they can try to make it quick, he can try to bury the body and take her upstairs to bed and push away any of those cold worries that she might harbor over whether or not he’d stay.
His hands shift back into the smooth calloused ones of his own flesh and bone, and he squeezes her bicep softly, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead in face of her ferality, before he lets his hand lower to her own to tangle and squeeze. “Let’s get started then.” He’s vocal about each and every one of his intentions, so that the second he withdraws his hand she knows it’s because he’s picking up the cold lifeless body of George, shrouding them from any prying eyes within the House of Midnight with the leathery wings, and starts the walk away, closer to one of the burial grounds on the edge of Meadowreach, figuring it will blend in well enough amongst the rest of the dead.
Her feline features meet with the protective understanding of his dragon shift, still shown in the scales and claws that tenderly continue to reach for her, to run a sharp talon through pulling her blonde hair back as he situates the sweater a bit more on her. Of course. He murmurs to her, nothing but assured understanding as he pushes away his second guessing as to what happened with George, but needing to ask the question anyway.
After all, they were supposed to go on a date before Sunjata got into the middle of it. Before Hotaru had come to him in the House of Midnight trying to see if she could still feel something when she kissed. When this reconnection had begun to turn from a tiny snowball into a boulder, rolling faster and faster.
He doesn’t want to part from her, but he tries to soothe her with the understanding that he will have to do it. But they can try to make it quick, he can try to bury the body and take her upstairs to bed and push away any of those cold worries that she might harbor over whether or not he’d stay.
His hands shift back into the smooth calloused ones of his own flesh and bone, and he squeezes her bicep softly, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead in face of her ferality, before he lets his hand lower to her own to tangle and squeeze. “Let’s get started then.” He’s vocal about each and every one of his intentions, so that the second he withdraws his hand she knows it’s because he’s picking up the cold lifeless body of George, shrouding them from any prying eyes within the House of Midnight with the leathery wings, and starts the walk away, closer to one of the burial grounds on the edge of Meadowreach, figuring it will blend in well enough amongst the rest of the dead.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
SUNJATA
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.
