i am the ocean, i am the sea
He does always smell divine, a fact that they keep tightly between their lips, through the smiles offered to one another and the calming one reflected back at Miles as the man grows even more relaxed, snatching Hotaru’s offer up quickly and boldly, much to Sunjata’s own surprise. His gaze when they meet reflects that openness, a welcoming sight for Miles, and before Sunjata knows it there’s the light brush of a nose at his throat, a soft little sound leaving him as Miles withdraws.
But the peach is offered instead, and Sunjata leans in to take that bite, steel gaze drifting between Hotaru and Miles as the crunch is made, the sweet juice of the peach lingering along his lips, causing them to shine. Miles’ hand is set in such a way that when the Flood pulls away from the bite, tongue darting out to collect the stickiness left behind from the peach, it brushes a warm hot stripe against the other man’s fingertips, something punctuated with just how red Miles’ gets at the sight. “My…” Miles starts to say, humming a breathy laugh before tilting slightly toward Hotaru at his shoulder, lifting the peach toward her as well, though his fingertips extend to run tenderly across her jaw and cheek, while Sunjata watches, having pressed himself that much closer to Miles. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” He asks in a purred whisper, knowing Hotaru would intend to make this a show.
But the peach is offered instead, and Sunjata leans in to take that bite, steel gaze drifting between Hotaru and Miles as the crunch is made, the sweet juice of the peach lingering along his lips, causing them to shine. Miles’ hand is set in such a way that when the Flood pulls away from the bite, tongue darting out to collect the stickiness left behind from the peach, it brushes a warm hot stripe against the other man’s fingertips, something punctuated with just how red Miles’ gets at the sight. “My…” Miles starts to say, humming a breathy laugh before tilting slightly toward Hotaru at his shoulder, lifting the peach toward her as well, though his fingertips extend to run tenderly across her jaw and cheek, while Sunjata watches, having pressed himself that much closer to Miles. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” He asks in a purred whisper, knowing Hotaru would intend to make this a show.
there is a world inside of me
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.
