the sea speaks a little more honestly
It’s the post sex bliss that overcomes him, that has him curling into her as she sags in his arms, the two of them starting to try and get their breaths under control even as he withdraws enough to move a wet strand of hair from lingering in her face, as she snags his stubbled jaw. Grey eyes find her as he stills immediately with the gentle touch, his own lips quirking up in response to the ghost of one on her own.
The kiss is one that he gladly indulges her in – pressing back into her in such a way that he can’t respond, wishing momentarily that she were attuned so he might stand a chance at sharing the thoughts bouncing around his head. Though it’s probably best he keep it down, instead, allowing himself a moment to break the kiss and brush his nose against hers as he pants softly. “It took me a little while to find my way back to them, but I’ve been better for it.” He admits honestly, through a voice laced with his korofian accent, deep and rich and uncaring if the words seem a bit garbled.
He'd spent a good amount of time masking it since his time here, but it always comes back in a flourish when he isn’t so focused on it. Because right now, his focus is her as he holds her both tenderly and contently, his hands finding their places to rest wrapped around her sides to press against her spine, bolstered by the soft but wet feathers of his wings. "Do you follow them?" He knows he'd helped her go to see Frey, but it had been the separated aspect of his deity he didn't often see. And who is he to know that she isn't like Flora, with a hand in each and every god's pocket.
The kiss is one that he gladly indulges her in – pressing back into her in such a way that he can’t respond, wishing momentarily that she were attuned so he might stand a chance at sharing the thoughts bouncing around his head. Though it’s probably best he keep it down, instead, allowing himself a moment to break the kiss and brush his nose against hers as he pants softly. “It took me a little while to find my way back to them, but I’ve been better for it.” He admits honestly, through a voice laced with his korofian accent, deep and rich and uncaring if the words seem a bit garbled.
He'd spent a good amount of time masking it since his time here, but it always comes back in a flourish when he isn’t so focused on it. Because right now, his focus is her as he holds her both tenderly and contently, his hands finding their places to rest wrapped around her sides to press against her spine, bolstered by the soft but wet feathers of his wings. "Do you follow them?" He knows he'd helped her go to see Frey, but it had been the separated aspect of his deity he didn't often see. And who is he to know that she isn't like Flora, with a hand in each and every god's pocket.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
