For Sunjata if perhaps with no one, the amalgam of Frey's features is so equisitiely multifaceted as to be confusing. Here, the slice of a cheekbone made sharp by wit and cigarettes, there, a curve begging for strong hands. Their eyes glitter with colour that shifts through fields of green and seas of blue, but always they hold affection and approval for the man before them.
"Well I would have hoped she would have." They laugh. "She did have one tiny request to make when it came to her ascension." Stretching out a hand, they place it upon the left side of Sunjata's chest. "She had no intention of ruining what you two have for the allure of power, a trait I find most intoxicating in a partner." Tapping their fingers softly, Sunjata will feel the beating of his heart reverberate through his body like a melody played upon his soul.
"Your bodies might be mine, but she asked that your heart ever remain hers. Is that a vow you would make as well?"
"Well I would have hoped she would have." They laugh. "She did have one tiny request to make when it came to her ascension." Stretching out a hand, they place it upon the left side of Sunjata's chest. "She had no intention of ruining what you two have for the allure of power, a trait I find most intoxicating in a partner." Tapping their fingers softly, Sunjata will feel the beating of his heart reverberate through his body like a melody played upon his soul.
"Your bodies might be mine, but she asked that your heart ever remain hers. Is that a vow you would make as well?"
