now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He starts to relax more and more the few seconds that pass as everything floods in, awash in a sense of immediate calm and relief, to the point that his lavender addled mind can’t really understand why he’d been so panicked earlier. Everything turned out fine. She was simply being nice.
He nearly misses her heat when she steps away from him, feeling and clinging to the lingering feel of her hands at his neck and waist, and his shoulders slump a little as she steps away and he reaches up to collect himself, a scarred hand threading through the few specks of silver in his dark hair. “If anyone understands, it’s me.” He murmurs to her, flashing her an easier smile, a crooked one with the scar on his face.
Steel follows her gesture to the barrels, after watching her smooth out her dress, and he finds it in him to stand from the barrel to straighten up himself as well, nodding. “I’ll be sure to send you some.” He murmurs, drawing quiet as he contemplates the question. “I… Can’t think of anything I’d need while you’re gone.” He admits, stepping toward her as if he intends to walk her out or chase the sensation she’d sparked, it’s hard to say. “But if I do, where can I find you?”
He nearly misses her heat when she steps away from him, feeling and clinging to the lingering feel of her hands at his neck and waist, and his shoulders slump a little as she steps away and he reaches up to collect himself, a scarred hand threading through the few specks of silver in his dark hair. “If anyone understands, it’s me.” He murmurs to her, flashing her an easier smile, a crooked one with the scar on his face.
Steel follows her gesture to the barrels, after watching her smooth out her dress, and he finds it in him to stand from the barrel to straighten up himself as well, nodding. “I’ll be sure to send you some.” He murmurs, drawing quiet as he contemplates the question. “I… Can’t think of anything I’d need while you’re gone.” He admits, stepping toward her as if he intends to walk her out or chase the sensation she’d sparked, it’s hard to say. “But if I do, where can I find you?”
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
