I'm about to cause a damn ruckus
She traces along his freckles and scars and Sunjata shivers lightly despite having no need to given the heat in the hot spring. Her voice a mere whisper above the full roar of the water, and Sunjata’s breath hitches, his fingertips digging in a bit further than before, as if taking the moment to debate where he wanted to be touched.
One hand abandons her hips and he guides one of her hands — the one that’s tangled in his hair — up through the short crop of brown with the sprinkle of grey, up toward one of the curved horns that spirals around his head. He doesn’t ask her the same question, instead indulging in touching everywhere, letting that hand drift along her arm toward her cheek again, down her shoulder and toward her chest, letting his fingertips drift along the pale, unblemished skin beneath the water. “How’s this?” He asks in a soft hoarse whisper.
One hand abandons her hips and he guides one of her hands — the one that’s tangled in his hair — up through the short crop of brown with the sprinkle of grey, up toward one of the curved horns that spirals around his head. He doesn’t ask her the same question, instead indulging in touching everywhere, letting that hand drift along her arm toward her cheek again, down her shoulder and toward her chest, letting his fingertips drift along the pale, unblemished skin beneath the water. “How’s this?” He asks in a soft hoarse whisper.
the flood
How you bleed when you bleed nothing?
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.
