the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

Her scowl causes him to snort, a roguish charming grin crossing his face. “Where’s the fun in that, though?” He asks her with a tilt of his head, a raise of his brow as she approaches him and he smirks down to her. She wraps her arms around him, brushing her hands along his back and scars, further still until her hands ghost over his hips and thighs, over a gunshot scar as well. His own hands find her hips, fingers partially shifting to his claws that poke at her skin – not enough to draw blood but enough that the threat is there.

But then she’s pressing against him, trying to push him around with her teeth at his collarbone and he hums to her in response, and out of sheer interest of what she has in mind, he gives in. Stepping out of his clothes and shifting enough that his back hits the wall – still warm from her as he gazes down at her. “Atmosphere… And potential, perhaps?” He teases her lightly, shifting his stance a small amount to lean back against it and place most of his weight there.

but not who i am

SuNJATA