when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
“Lucas did enough whoring himself.” Sunjata replies swiftly, finding that harness to her gaze that invites his own shadows and darkness to enter his steel. But when she misinterprets him is when his head tilts, gaze narrowing a small amount on her. “Flirting is not fucking.” He pauses. “And for the record I didn’t fuck them nor even flirt with them. I’ve only fucked Hotaru and Nate, if we’re keeping track now.” A muscle feathers in his jaw and then she’s moving toward him.
Then her hands are on him and he tries to pull away because they’re not done with this conversation yet. But she pairs her magic with her actions and it causes him to bend enough to her forced kiss, a hiss leaving him when she bites down on his lower lip, arms lifting for his hands to find her shoulders to try and push her away for space.
But then she’s shoving him and he’s forced to listen when he steps back to keep his balance, too tall to remain a pulse, too easily brought down. So he lets her spit her fire and anger, building up his own until of course she lashes out for his legs and he stumbles, brought down to one knee, looking up at her as she curses and airs all of her grievances.
Only when she’s done does he reply back, calm and collected at first as he reins the leash within a bit tighter until it snaps. “You’re clearly more blinded than you think, Maea.” He says, looking up at her while he remains on one knee. “But while we’re on this subject, no. I don’t use my dick to my advantage. I can flirt for hours and hours and get nowhere and that’s fine because that’s not what matters. What matters is the Guild and the people within it. And unlike you they can tell the difference between playful banter and me wanting to fuck them.”
He pushes himself up from the ground to get into her space, to tower over her. “But I’m flattered you think you could run it. You. Who couldn’t even embrace you’ve had magic your entire life until I told you it was okay. And really? I mean, I know that I’ve been manipulated my whole life into doing whatever people wanted. But for you? For me to tell you and suddenly it’s okay? As if you hadn’t lost control and endangered those around you?” He laughs though it sounds more like a scoff.
“As for my guild, no. You’re not a member. Because they’d eat you up and chew you out for your naivety. It’s a cute look though, much better than the prude one you wore before.” He’s unleashed, unrestrained, and Haai whines from the brush of grass by his ankles. But he doesn’t care, has gone past that point. And he takes a step to advance on her. “I would die for them Maea. I’ve been asking for it so long maybe it’ll be a relief, huh? But that’s not what you care about. You want me to tell you that you’re more important than they are. That I love you more than the woman that was my other half. But would you do as she did? No. You wouldn’t. Because you’re not her.” Fangs peek out from the way he speaks, bone white teeth sharp and bright against the flush to his face.
“You are the opposite of her. Too caught up in taking my problems and my thoughts onto yourself as if they’re you’re fucking problem when it’s not. I never asked you to. I know my flaws, I know that I fuck up constantly. But at least I don’t try to hide behind some guise of pretending to not be selfish when that’s all you are.” A clack of his teeth. “Should I start on the jealousy too? Because there’s plenty of that to go around.”
Then her hands are on him and he tries to pull away because they’re not done with this conversation yet. But she pairs her magic with her actions and it causes him to bend enough to her forced kiss, a hiss leaving him when she bites down on his lower lip, arms lifting for his hands to find her shoulders to try and push her away for space.
But then she’s shoving him and he’s forced to listen when he steps back to keep his balance, too tall to remain a pulse, too easily brought down. So he lets her spit her fire and anger, building up his own until of course she lashes out for his legs and he stumbles, brought down to one knee, looking up at her as she curses and airs all of her grievances.
Only when she’s done does he reply back, calm and collected at first as he reins the leash within a bit tighter until it snaps. “You’re clearly more blinded than you think, Maea.” He says, looking up at her while he remains on one knee. “But while we’re on this subject, no. I don’t use my dick to my advantage. I can flirt for hours and hours and get nowhere and that’s fine because that’s not what matters. What matters is the Guild and the people within it. And unlike you they can tell the difference between playful banter and me wanting to fuck them.”
He pushes himself up from the ground to get into her space, to tower over her. “But I’m flattered you think you could run it. You. Who couldn’t even embrace you’ve had magic your entire life until I told you it was okay. And really? I mean, I know that I’ve been manipulated my whole life into doing whatever people wanted. But for you? For me to tell you and suddenly it’s okay? As if you hadn’t lost control and endangered those around you?” He laughs though it sounds more like a scoff.
“As for my guild, no. You’re not a member. Because they’d eat you up and chew you out for your naivety. It’s a cute look though, much better than the prude one you wore before.” He’s unleashed, unrestrained, and Haai whines from the brush of grass by his ankles. But he doesn’t care, has gone past that point. And he takes a step to advance on her. “I would die for them Maea. I’ve been asking for it so long maybe it’ll be a relief, huh? But that’s not what you care about. You want me to tell you that you’re more important than they are. That I love you more than the woman that was my other half. But would you do as she did? No. You wouldn’t. Because you’re not her.” Fangs peek out from the way he speaks, bone white teeth sharp and bright against the flush to his face.
“You are the opposite of her. Too caught up in taking my problems and my thoughts onto yourself as if they’re you’re fucking problem when it’s not. I never asked you to. I know my flaws, I know that I fuck up constantly. But at least I don’t try to hide behind some guise of pretending to not be selfish when that’s all you are.” A clack of his teeth. “Should I start on the jealousy too? Because there’s plenty of that to go around.”
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.
