SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He leans into her touch as she presses her hand to his cheek, searching her lavender gaze as she searches his own – warmth exuding him, the closest thing to happiness he’s been in months, years? He can’t recall. And so he nods lightly as he lifts his head away from her somewhat, to not knock his horns into her head. His lids close, gently, breathing softly into the feeling of her cheek against his hand and the way her hands run along his skin.
He wants to say something, but is too caught up with her lips as she finds his – and he thinks she’ll pull away at first, almost prepares mentally for it with how soft the brush of her lips were. But she deepens it, and he hums lightly into her lips, a shuddering sigh leaving his nose as her fingers trail over the bat wings and the sensitivities therein. Goosebumps raise along his skin, all the way up to his neck that raise little bumps along his compass tattoos that in this position point straight at her.
His hand leaves her cheek to press gently against her collarbone, stroking the hollows there as he greedily continues the deepening kiss, skin flushing beneath the way she explores the velveteen membrane, shivering lightly with each stroke.
He wants to say something, but is too caught up with her lips as she finds his – and he thinks she’ll pull away at first, almost prepares mentally for it with how soft the brush of her lips were. But she deepens it, and he hums lightly into her lips, a shuddering sigh leaving his nose as her fingers trail over the bat wings and the sensitivities therein. Goosebumps raise along his skin, all the way up to his neck that raise little bumps along his compass tattoos that in this position point straight at her.
His hand leaves her cheek to press gently against her collarbone, stroking the hollows there as he greedily continues the deepening kiss, skin flushing beneath the way she explores the velveteen membrane, shivering lightly with each stroke.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no 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.
