// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
This close, Sunjata can see the way the light of the room plays against her ochre eyes, the way the blonde wig of horsehair doesn’t sit quite well, but that particular note is peripheral. He focuses on her face, how it looks like the sun has left her with a tan against her cheekbones, darker around her nose, the way there’s creases along the edge of her mouth either from a wry smile or the grimace of something not working out. It’s honestly a toss up to him which she does more.
And it makes him wonder if her comment about the shave has to do with the horse hair wig, given the fact that he’s fairly confident he knows her well enough to know that she wouldn’t choose to wear it of her own accord. Not during Longheat, especially this year with the fires and the heat. But the Heartless draws silent while Colt’s fingers trace his jaw, at least until she threatens him with the blindfold and he snorts, chuckling quietly to not get any of the lather in his mouth.
“I never was good at following orders.” He winks to her, the sentence mumbled as he tries to keep the soap from slipping into his mouth that she promptly paints over his lips with after. It makes him quiet again, focusing on her face with the intensity of which she’s taken this task. It seems like she isn’t one to go halfway, at least, so he assumes she’s likely got a good hold on what she intends to do.
Clean shaven or not, it isn’t something that will last too long. Guaranteed for the demigod to have his five o clock shadow back by this time tomorrow. And maybe then he’d find it in him to actually tame it back into something of use. “Mhm.” He says, preventing his mouth from opening so the lather doesn’t get in, but Colt will feel the way he seems to relax a touch – eyes closing despite the fact she’s got the razor (he’s seen worse, after all), and waits for her to start shaving him.
As she makes the passes, the full spread of the scar will make itself known, along with the pale one that sits along his major artery along his neck that’s half hidden right now by the dark shade of his beard. It’s an older scar, not as puckered and fresh as the one on his face seems like. And even that one doesn’t look as fresh as the ones that cut through his eyebrow, preventing his brow hair from growing completely across there too.
But with his eyes closed, it gives her the ample opportunity to truly look at him, the long lashes, the freckles that span like their own dark constellations across his nose, the slight redness of a sunburn against the tops of his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Even the earrings sit in his ears glint and tell a story, bright and shiny against the dark of his shirt and the dark navy ink of his tattoos who’s one compass seems placed over that old scar on his neck, like he’s pretended that it never happened in the first place.
And it makes him wonder if her comment about the shave has to do with the horse hair wig, given the fact that he’s fairly confident he knows her well enough to know that she wouldn’t choose to wear it of her own accord. Not during Longheat, especially this year with the fires and the heat. But the Heartless draws silent while Colt’s fingers trace his jaw, at least until she threatens him with the blindfold and he snorts, chuckling quietly to not get any of the lather in his mouth.
“I never was good at following orders.” He winks to her, the sentence mumbled as he tries to keep the soap from slipping into his mouth that she promptly paints over his lips with after. It makes him quiet again, focusing on her face with the intensity of which she’s taken this task. It seems like she isn’t one to go halfway, at least, so he assumes she’s likely got a good hold on what she intends to do.
Clean shaven or not, it isn’t something that will last too long. Guaranteed for the demigod to have his five o clock shadow back by this time tomorrow. And maybe then he’d find it in him to actually tame it back into something of use. “Mhm.” He says, preventing his mouth from opening so the lather doesn’t get in, but Colt will feel the way he seems to relax a touch – eyes closing despite the fact she’s got the razor (he’s seen worse, after all), and waits for her to start shaving him.
As she makes the passes, the full spread of the scar will make itself known, along with the pale one that sits along his major artery along his neck that’s half hidden right now by the dark shade of his beard. It’s an older scar, not as puckered and fresh as the one on his face seems like. And even that one doesn’t look as fresh as the ones that cut through his eyebrow, preventing his brow hair from growing completely across there too.
But with his eyes closed, it gives her the ample opportunity to truly look at him, the long lashes, the freckles that span like their own dark constellations across his nose, the slight redness of a sunburn against the tops of his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Even the earrings sit in his ears glint and tell a story, bright and shiny against the dark of his shirt and the dark navy ink of his tattoos who’s one compass seems placed over that old scar on his neck, like he’s pretended that it never happened in the first place.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
