SUNJATA
The feeling of her arching against him causes him to smile through the kisses, her eagerness to keep their lips together a small signal of how much she does want it. And he embraces it, at least up until he’s looking for a more comfortable place, a place she can enjoy it too. Her eyes flutter open, half lidded, and his gaze snaps to hers again — and she glances toward the stairs. Ah, of course. He pulls away from her then, giving her a smirk as he extends his hand to her, forgetting about this shirt as it lays on the floor. He waits for her to stand, and when she does, he steps closer to her, allowing her to lead him to the bedroom. Though it wasn’t like he minded the couch entirely, it just had a less appealing look about it if there was a bed involved. His hand lingers in hers, and he follows her — his eyes gleaming with instinct and urges and desires as they ascend the staircase and make it to the bedroom. But his grasp on the control of it all begins to falter, and he finds his grip grow a bit tighter on her hand as if he’s preventing himself from kissing her again until they’re there.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
