// 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 //
It’s apprehension from both sides that meld together in this painful, awkward reunion – but as the seconds pass and he feels the warmth of her and her frame against him, her head tucked into the bulk of his chest, Sunjata can’t help but to word vomit everything out. They still have each other, she forgives him, with all kinds of what ifs and possibilities that he’s far too exhausted to think about right now. His jaw works, muscles feathering before he releases a too tight breath, letting it relax in his shoulders and his chest, loosening that attuned bond that glimmers with relief and love that he knows she needs.
“You do.. Belong. With me. You’re mine just as I’m yours.” He says aloud, to cement the fact that despite the strange sensation that’s overcome the house in a low breeze drifting through, he hasn’t once ever thought otherwise. He’s hers, until she decides otherwise.
And it’s that statement that has him twisting, keeping his gaze averted from her just enough to feel her fingers as they dig into his spine and as he shifts to pick her up from standing on the floor as if she weighs nothing, pressing her in against him to tuck her head in against his tattooed neck so he can drift further into the house – to their soft couch, because he wants nothing more than to just lay with her and love her and prove to her that statement over and over again. “And I’m not going to let the Family ruin us anymore. I promise.”
“You do.. Belong. With me. You’re mine just as I’m yours.” He says aloud, to cement the fact that despite the strange sensation that’s overcome the house in a low breeze drifting through, he hasn’t once ever thought otherwise. He’s hers, until she decides otherwise.
And it’s that statement that has him twisting, keeping his gaze averted from her just enough to feel her fingers as they dig into his spine and as he shifts to pick her up from standing on the floor as if she weighs nothing, pressing her in against him to tuck her head in against his tattooed neck so he can drift further into the house – to their soft couch, because he wants nothing more than to just lay with her and love her and prove to her that statement over and over again. “And I’m not going to let the Family ruin us anymore. I promise.”
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.
