// 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? //
He might not have the appearance changing ability she has, but he has all the roguish charm and the tattoos and scars to back it up (and a prior history of being Caido’s bike, but that’s beside the point). So he snorts and flashes her that smirk, even as he continues to make their breakfast, glancing back at her as he continues to pour the coffee, ensuring he gets the right amount of water within even if they have to wait an almost too long amount of time for it to finish dripping through the filters.
Of course, her fingertips taking the trail down the insides of his thighs have a slight shiver escaping him and he very nearly white knuckles the kettle he’s pouring from before he regains some semblance of composure, even as her beautiful voice purrs from where she keeps her face pressed against his back.
Taking a deep breath to settle himself and the heat that’s bloomed in his stomach, he clears his throat right after. “Countess has a particular ring to it…” He muses thoughtfully, before he finishes pouring the rest of the water in, the pastry still warming up as he discards the kettle somewhere else to free up his hands. Twisting in her hold once more, Sunjata pushes into her enough to back her up to where he can swoop in to pick her up, setting her on the counter behind them where he can fit neatly between her legs. “Maybe we could get the Devil’s Advocates back up and running and that can be your front.” He suggests with a laugh.
Of course, her fingertips taking the trail down the insides of his thighs have a slight shiver escaping him and he very nearly white knuckles the kettle he’s pouring from before he regains some semblance of composure, even as her beautiful voice purrs from where she keeps her face pressed against his back.
Taking a deep breath to settle himself and the heat that’s bloomed in his stomach, he clears his throat right after. “Countess has a particular ring to it…” He muses thoughtfully, before he finishes pouring the rest of the water in, the pastry still warming up as he discards the kettle somewhere else to free up his hands. Twisting in her hold once more, Sunjata pushes into her enough to back her up to where he can swoop in to pick her up, setting her on the counter behind them where he can fit neatly between her legs. “Maybe we could get the Devil’s Advocates back up and running and that can be your front.” He suggests with a laugh.
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.
