// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
Belatedly noticing the tawny feathers, Sunjata’s scarred hand moves down to stroke and trace along the preening feathers, matching his own in such a stark and otherwise perfect flare. Her comment is disgustingly sweet, and it does spark a soft laugh from his throat as he leans in, content to let her leave it just as much of a toothache as it’s sure to be. Her sound is met with a hum of his own, parting and feeling the slight shake of her head, even as a smile tugs on his scarred face in the face of her dramatic sympathy. “I think I’m good after a day, honestly.” He admits, pulling away from her slightly with a laugh.
Both hands rise to thread back her golden strands of hair, his steel gaze scanning her face before his hands trail down her cheeks and her shoulders, down her arms and to her fingers where he laces his own atop hers, pressing them up against his chest. “Mm, as amazing as that sounds, I did say I would compromise so you could enjoy it.” He reminds her – because while he wasn’t built for anything of the sort when it came to snow, Hotaru was from the mountains. It was as much in her blood as the sea was in his.
A heartbeat passes as he lets that thought sink in for her – another little sickly sweet answer – before a glint of mischief sparks and he utilizes the way he has her hands pressed against his chest and his powerful muscles to flip them on the bed, pressing her back to the nest of fur blankets, before he promptly drops most of his weight onto her like she’s essentially a body pillow, nestling his head in against her shoulder and chest with a sound like glittering laughter painting down the bond in streams of gold to match the sunrise. “You’re up so early, Ru. Are you that excited to go and see the sun?” Aka, does she want him to wake up and move his ass to get some coffee ready and they can curl up on the back porch to watch the snow melt by the tiny lake in their backyard.
Both hands rise to thread back her golden strands of hair, his steel gaze scanning her face before his hands trail down her cheeks and her shoulders, down her arms and to her fingers where he laces his own atop hers, pressing them up against his chest. “Mm, as amazing as that sounds, I did say I would compromise so you could enjoy it.” He reminds her – because while he wasn’t built for anything of the sort when it came to snow, Hotaru was from the mountains. It was as much in her blood as the sea was in his.
A heartbeat passes as he lets that thought sink in for her – another little sickly sweet answer – before a glint of mischief sparks and he utilizes the way he has her hands pressed against his chest and his powerful muscles to flip them on the bed, pressing her back to the nest of fur blankets, before he promptly drops most of his weight onto her like she’s essentially a body pillow, nestling his head in against her shoulder and chest with a sound like glittering laughter painting down the bond in streams of gold to match the sunrise. “You’re up so early, Ru. Are you that excited to go and see the sun?” Aka, does she want him to wake up and move his ass to get some coffee ready and they can curl up on the back porch to watch the snow melt by the tiny lake in their backyard.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
