// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
A low murmured thank you is offered to the man holding the door – the security that had come to Sunjata the second Hotaru needed help. It’s a thank you that goes for many things of tonight unsaid, before words sit muted on his tongue, up to the bedroom and attached bathroom, shedding dirty, blood stained and dirt marred clothes while the shower warms up and Sunjata focuses intensely on remaining within reach of her while he gets everything ready. Her hands cling to him and pull him in, the warmth of the water soothing the cool scarred and tattooed skin, washing away the dirt and the blood that had collected on his body.
He's silent for a while as well, unsure what to say in the face of it, instead letting his hands rise to run through the blonde of her hair, rinsing out the knots and blood and dirt that have collected, before his hands start to run down her back and hips, a lovingly attentive touch while she clings to him, head to his chest, arms around his waist. His entire focus is on making sure she’s cleaned up and safe, removed of any thoughts of George or what has occurred from any physical markers.
And he remains there, using his magic with a free hand to guide the warm streams of water up and around her legs, along her arms in a tender stroke to rid it of the blood, his head pressed down to where his lips can press to the crown of her head. I’m sorry. He murmurs softly as the hot water rakes across her wounds, though it’s unclear if the apology is for the pain he might cause or the pain the night has caused.
He's silent for a while as well, unsure what to say in the face of it, instead letting his hands rise to run through the blonde of her hair, rinsing out the knots and blood and dirt that have collected, before his hands start to run down her back and hips, a lovingly attentive touch while she clings to him, head to his chest, arms around his waist. His entire focus is on making sure she’s cleaned up and safe, removed of any thoughts of George or what has occurred from any physical markers.
And he remains there, using his magic with a free hand to guide the warm streams of water up and around her legs, along her arms in a tender stroke to rid it of the blood, his head pressed down to where his lips can press to the crown of her head. I’m sorry. He murmurs softly as the hot water rakes across her wounds, though it’s unclear if the apology is for the pain he might cause or the pain the night has caused.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
