you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
Her sulking and annoyed response is met with a bit of a knowing glance – and should she be attuned, she’d have likely felt the shift in the bond. But she isn’t and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not – not when she shifts her position and straddles him, downing what seems like the rest of the bottle before her hands find his hair with enough of a force that his head tilts up toward her where she perches.
He wonders if she recalls his comment of figuring out what she likes, if it would make sense with what’s just left her lips. But his hands find her hips then, shifting to glide along her back to settle there when her cheek brushes against his own. And she tells him of birds that form pairs, that mate for life – that she doesn’t know if she is like that when Sunjata knows that he isn’t. “I’m… Not like that.” He manages, breath sweet with the tinge of fruity alcohol.
But she continues, about how she’d want to try, not sure if it’s love or obsession, if it’s real or if it’ll last, and his gaze focuses on her a bit more intently. Her knuckles brush his cheek, soft and gentle, and his thumbs stroke her hips a small amount as he nods in some part understanding. At least… Until she asks him what he wants. And he doesn’t know, has never truly known. “I…” He trails off as she begins to gesture.
The mention of the jealousy, of possessiveness, of her doubts even if he assured her he hadn’t been… And he clamps his lips shut as her fingers stroke his cheeks, his gaze shadowing and his vulnerability showing through like the moonlight over a stormy sea. His hands glide up from her sides to her arms, to rub along her biceps as if it’s a good enough distraction. “I’m afraid of it.” He utters quietly.
“I don’t know what I want, because I don’t deserve any of the good things that happen to me. And the idea of permanence… It’s…” He sighs, lips flattening into a line as he considers her. “Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe…” He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore, hands falling from her arms to land on her legs that rest on either side of him. “I’m going to fuck it up Maea, I always do. Every. Time. And you don't deserve that.”
He wonders if she recalls his comment of figuring out what she likes, if it would make sense with what’s just left her lips. But his hands find her hips then, shifting to glide along her back to settle there when her cheek brushes against his own. And she tells him of birds that form pairs, that mate for life – that she doesn’t know if she is like that when Sunjata knows that he isn’t. “I’m… Not like that.” He manages, breath sweet with the tinge of fruity alcohol.
But she continues, about how she’d want to try, not sure if it’s love or obsession, if it’s real or if it’ll last, and his gaze focuses on her a bit more intently. Her knuckles brush his cheek, soft and gentle, and his thumbs stroke her hips a small amount as he nods in some part understanding. At least… Until she asks him what he wants. And he doesn’t know, has never truly known. “I…” He trails off as she begins to gesture.
The mention of the jealousy, of possessiveness, of her doubts even if he assured her he hadn’t been… And he clamps his lips shut as her fingers stroke his cheeks, his gaze shadowing and his vulnerability showing through like the moonlight over a stormy sea. His hands glide up from her sides to her arms, to rub along her biceps as if it’s a good enough distraction. “I’m afraid of it.” He utters quietly.
“I don’t know what I want, because I don’t deserve any of the good things that happen to me. And the idea of permanence… It’s…” He sighs, lips flattening into a line as he considers her. “Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe…” He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore, hands falling from her arms to land on her legs that rest on either side of him. “I’m going to fuck it up Maea, I always do. Every. Time. And you don't deserve that.”
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.
