you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
She trails off in her uncertainty, and he hums a small sound as he tries to rub her shoulders a bit, smiling internally against the way she blushes and shifts with those hard type of questions. But his hand raises to her cheek, her red and burning cheeks, to rub his thumb along it gently. “I wouldn’t let him bite me.” He tells her quietly, honestly. Because he hadn’t, hadn’t even thought about seeking anything or anyone else out since they’d been together.
“And I’ll make sure he knows it’s not okay. Alright?” He tries to tuck her hair behind her ear, tries to pull her in for a hug, his heart thundering in his chest with how this night could have gone. And then, after a few moments, he releases her.
“Let‘s see what other things this place has to offer us, hm? There was a place in the kitchen that seemed interesting.” A softer smile, a distraction. And he shifts in his stance a small amount before he steps back and away from her, toward the stairs and the kitchen where an interesting door had captured his attention.
Once there, he pulls the board away from it — opening it up to feel a slight draft, a decline within it, but he can spot the shiniest of things near the bottom, and there’s a surprising amount of them. He realizes soon that they’re a variety of wines, having sat here for gods knew how long. And he grabs two of them to return to the kitchen — setting them both on a countertop there. He fiddles with a bottle to open it, gaze lingering on the bottle once he has, lifting it to his nose to sniff it.
It smells pretty good, to be honest. “Here, try this one.” And he sets it on the table for her — knowing he needs it, hoping she joins in to loosen up.
“And I’ll make sure he knows it’s not okay. Alright?” He tries to tuck her hair behind her ear, tries to pull her in for a hug, his heart thundering in his chest with how this night could have gone. And then, after a few moments, he releases her.
“Let‘s see what other things this place has to offer us, hm? There was a place in the kitchen that seemed interesting.” A softer smile, a distraction. And he shifts in his stance a small amount before he steps back and away from her, toward the stairs and the kitchen where an interesting door had captured his attention.
Once there, he pulls the board away from it — opening it up to feel a slight draft, a decline within it, but he can spot the shiniest of things near the bottom, and there’s a surprising amount of them. He realizes soon that they’re a variety of wines, having sat here for gods knew how long. And he grabs two of them to return to the kitchen — setting them both on a countertop there. He fiddles with a bottle to open it, gaze lingering on the bottle once he has, lifting it to his nose to sniff it.
It smells pretty good, to be honest. “Here, try this one.” And he sets it on the table for her — knowing he needs it, hoping she joins in to loosen up.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
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.
