but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
A breathy laugh is given to her at her comment. Sure, it’d be fun for her, perhaps him in one way or another as well but only time would tell if it became a reality. But he lets her steer him against the wall, confidence and ego boosting in his gaze as he watches her – a feline smirk crossing his face as she agrees with him and focuses on him. Oh, he absolutely is sure of himself – not particularly caring much one way or another because she was there. And honestly? What was the worst that could happen? They hadn’t broken into someone’s home that lived in here, after all. The dust collecting on all of the spaces in the house begged the opposite.
His muscles twitch and flex against the wandering of her hands, tracing over gunshot scars, shark bite scars, and should she delve further into the inside of his thigh – ascended bite scars. But he’s too focused on her, hands on her hips and mostly out of the way as he watches her, debates what it is she plans to do, letting her eat him up just as he had done for her. His head tilts up a small amount as she kisses his neck, no teeth to mar his skin where it was already red and shifting to a darker hue.
“What’s on your mind?” He questions quietly, breath hitching with the gentle kisses, almost anticipating something more and yet still shaky from holding her up, the muscles of his forearms twitching with the recent memory.
His muscles twitch and flex against the wandering of her hands, tracing over gunshot scars, shark bite scars, and should she delve further into the inside of his thigh – ascended bite scars. But he’s too focused on her, hands on her hips and mostly out of the way as he watches her, debates what it is she plans to do, letting her eat him up just as he had done for her. His head tilts up a small amount as she kisses his neck, no teeth to mar his skin where it was already red and shifting to a darker hue.
“What’s on your mind?” He questions quietly, breath hitching with the gentle kisses, almost anticipating something more and yet still shaky from holding her up, the muscles of his forearms twitching with the recent memory.
but not who i am
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.
