We're riding 'round this carousel, getting dizzy 'til we're sick
Their laughs pair together as she retorts to his comment over her life balance, lips twitching into that easy carefree smile as she continues, squandering every rebuttal he could try and think up. At least, until she’s finished. “Sounds like a lot on the checklist.” He admits, before their conversation shifts and he can’t help but to offer whatever makes it easier for her, anything that would work given her busy schedule and his selfish need to see her again.
His forehead presses against her cheek and soon her own head twists to press her lips to his forehead and his mind blanks out for a brief moment – her kiss squashing everything else he could think to say. So when she suggests both and gives his hand a squeeze, there’s a surprising amount of hope that blooms in his chest, one that he can’t quite keep hidden as he pulls back and keeps their hands combined. “Both it is.” He agrees, before he seems to take note of the area again, realizing how the party has started to die, and perhaps realizing a touch later that he’s simply abandoned his partner.
So it’s with an apologetic smile, lopsided from the scar that spans his smile, that he speaks. “I should stop keeping you all to myself.” Even though I want to, so badly. “See you tomorrow.” He reiterates their plans, before he shifts to press a reciprocating kiss to her forehead, helping her up with their interlocked hands from the sands, before he lifts it to his lips too and presses a gentlemanly kiss to the back of her hand, before he separates them and feels ice cold in the absence of it.
A feat that he tries to hide with finishing the rest of her glass of wine and depositing the glass on the top of a barrel out by the bonfire, before he goes to find Isla.
His forehead presses against her cheek and soon her own head twists to press her lips to his forehead and his mind blanks out for a brief moment – her kiss squashing everything else he could think to say. So when she suggests both and gives his hand a squeeze, there’s a surprising amount of hope that blooms in his chest, one that he can’t quite keep hidden as he pulls back and keeps their hands combined. “Both it is.” He agrees, before he seems to take note of the area again, realizing how the party has started to die, and perhaps realizing a touch later that he’s simply abandoned his partner.
So it’s with an apologetic smile, lopsided from the scar that spans his smile, that he speaks. “I should stop keeping you all to myself.” Even though I want to, so badly. “See you tomorrow.” He reiterates their plans, before he shifts to press a reciprocating kiss to her forehead, helping her up with their interlocked hands from the sands, before he lifts it to his lips too and presses a gentlemanly kiss to the back of her hand, before he separates them and feels ice cold in the absence of it.
A feat that he tries to hide with finishing the rest of her glass of wine and depositing the glass on the top of a barrel out by the bonfire, before he goes to find Isla.
the flood
Love is like a circle, there's no easy way to end
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
