// make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
He too must hold his breath, lest he lose it with the way her footsteps — light and careful — shift from a rush to a slow approach. His eyes remain trained down until he can see her bare feet approach, letting the quiet relief try to outweigh the anxiety and stress budding in his stomach that he keeps very carefully out of the attuned bond. It’s stilted, of course, but as she reaches him, she’ll find him more than accepting of her touch, even if his eyes are closing the second she latches on.
A breath stutters out of him as he winds his arms around her tightly, tucking her in against him and pressing her into the bulk of his chest, his scent overwhelming her senses in all the ways he can’t verbally share more than his voice that he’s him. I know, liefde. I know. He breathes through the attuned bond because it’s easier, because she can feel his emotion beneath it, can feel what he’s saying as much as hear.
You have me as long as I have you. He vows, the unsteadiness in his tone already taking root as he presses his cheek to her golden crown, one arm lifting to cradle the back of her head against him. I… I lied to you. In Jack Tar. I just – I couldn’t look at you when you were infected and it was the only thing I could think of that wouldn’t… hurt you at the time. I’m so sorry, Ru.
A breath stutters out of him as he winds his arms around her tightly, tucking her in against him and pressing her into the bulk of his chest, his scent overwhelming her senses in all the ways he can’t verbally share more than his voice that he’s him. I know, liefde. I know. He breathes through the attuned bond because it’s easier, because she can feel his emotion beneath it, can feel what he’s saying as much as hear.
You have me as long as I have you. He vows, the unsteadiness in his tone already taking root as he presses his cheek to her golden crown, one arm lifting to cradle the back of her head against him. I… I lied to you. In Jack Tar. I just – I couldn’t look at you when you were infected and it was the only thing I could think of that wouldn’t… hurt you at the time. I’m so sorry, Ru.
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.
