// 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? //
“My permission?” He asks softly, flashing her a lopsided and crooked smile before he snorts and shakes his head. Of course he sees it for what it is – sees the way she gives him the concession to make those decisions, sees how it had changed from the past. It was a powerful tool for him, something she never gave out easily, and something that he knows all too well how it could be taken advantage of.
He also knows how much he loves her, how the thought of using her wouldn’t even cross his mind.
So instead of giving her shit for it, there’s bubbling amusement in the bond as he snatches a kiss from her lips and nods. “’Course you have my permission.” Giving her the verbal answer was better than the mixed signal of the shake of his head and the nod right after, and with it the gentle touch of her lips against his skin and him snatching and stealing and basking in her beauty.
Chuckling a laugh at her answer regarding the gods and lands that could only be found by whomever wished them to be, there’s a crooked smile that blooms on his face as he nods. “The Refuge was hidden, if you recall.” While the war went on, at least. Now that it’s over and done with, there’s very little to keep sequestered away, even if the effects still worked.
He turns to retrieve the coffee and the warmed pastry – pouring into each cup and sweetening his with one spoonful of sugar before he focuses on making hers absolutely perfect, when the clinking of a spoon and the surprise that flickers and warms like embers in the Attuned bond meets her from her admission.
The embers burst into a soft flame that caress her side of it, especially as he turns toward her with the perfected cup of coffee and invades her space, handing it to her before he leans in to press a nearly devouring kiss – nothing sparking sexual intimacy, but simply one to share just how happy she makes him, too. A marker, perhaps, to remember today despite the simplicity of it in the times where things got tough. I’m happy too, Ru. He murmurs through the bond, amongst the flame, before he pulls back and given his strength he’s still mostly unaccustomed to, his tattooed arm winds around her and tucks her in against his side, lifting her and snatching his coffee and the pastry with his free hand to take them outside on their back porch as the dawn continues to crest.
He also knows how much he loves her, how the thought of using her wouldn’t even cross his mind.
So instead of giving her shit for it, there’s bubbling amusement in the bond as he snatches a kiss from her lips and nods. “’Course you have my permission.” Giving her the verbal answer was better than the mixed signal of the shake of his head and the nod right after, and with it the gentle touch of her lips against his skin and him snatching and stealing and basking in her beauty.
Chuckling a laugh at her answer regarding the gods and lands that could only be found by whomever wished them to be, there’s a crooked smile that blooms on his face as he nods. “The Refuge was hidden, if you recall.” While the war went on, at least. Now that it’s over and done with, there’s very little to keep sequestered away, even if the effects still worked.
He turns to retrieve the coffee and the warmed pastry – pouring into each cup and sweetening his with one spoonful of sugar before he focuses on making hers absolutely perfect, when the clinking of a spoon and the surprise that flickers and warms like embers in the Attuned bond meets her from her admission.
The embers burst into a soft flame that caress her side of it, especially as he turns toward her with the perfected cup of coffee and invades her space, handing it to her before he leans in to press a nearly devouring kiss – nothing sparking sexual intimacy, but simply one to share just how happy she makes him, too. A marker, perhaps, to remember today despite the simplicity of it in the times where things got tough. I’m happy too, Ru. He murmurs through the bond, amongst the flame, before he pulls back and given his strength he’s still mostly unaccustomed to, his tattooed arm winds around her and tucks her in against his side, lifting her and snatching his coffee and the pastry with his free hand to take them outside on their back porch as the dawn continues to crest.
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.
