when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
Her hand goes for his cheek, knuckles brushing against his cheekbone, and Sunjata leans into the touch. He doesn’t mind, and he’s said until the end of the day. It hasn’t ended yet, they haven’t parted ways just yet… Just a little bit longer to settle in each other’s embrace before he pushes himself away once more. “Hmm, I doubt it.” He offers with a small wry smile. It’s not like he really hopes the General does. It wasn’t the first time he’d crossed the man.
But he pokes at her ribs and it’s enough of a distraction that a small smile creeps onto the corners of his lips. And when she explains and pokes him back, he follows her hand as it flattens out over the muscle of his torso, keeping it there. “Another thing to practice then?” He suggests quietly, squeezing her hand gently before he pulls his away, rubbing at a compass tattoo at the talk of Loren and dragons.
And he’s happy to see her smile, offering one of his own in response. “Oh, those claws are no joke.” He rumbles with some small amount of amusement before he’s reaching for her again, wrapping his arms languidly around her hips, still keeping her settled in his lap. “But you’ll find out. Especially if the ink bleeds a bit or I smudge something.” A roll of his eyes to that. “In Korofi we had pens like quills but they dried much quicker. It’s been a bit of a learning curve.” He says with some part amusement, smile sitting contently on his lips as if he’s making small talk to prolong the inevitable goodbye.
But he pokes at her ribs and it’s enough of a distraction that a small smile creeps onto the corners of his lips. And when she explains and pokes him back, he follows her hand as it flattens out over the muscle of his torso, keeping it there. “Another thing to practice then?” He suggests quietly, squeezing her hand gently before he pulls his away, rubbing at a compass tattoo at the talk of Loren and dragons.
And he’s happy to see her smile, offering one of his own in response. “Oh, those claws are no joke.” He rumbles with some small amount of amusement before he’s reaching for her again, wrapping his arms languidly around her hips, still keeping her settled in his lap. “But you’ll find out. Especially if the ink bleeds a bit or I smudge something.” A roll of his eyes to that. “In Korofi we had pens like quills but they dried much quicker. It’s been a bit of a learning curve.” He says with some part amusement, smile sitting contently on his lips as if he’s making small talk to prolong the inevitable goodbye.
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.
