// 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 //
In all fairness, the Heartless hasn’t had many varieties in the reasonings for his scars lighting up lately, but it really only seems to occur with heightened emotions. Shock and surprise tended to be the bigger ones to draw it out of him like a lightning strike, so while he understands how she might take it as a reason for her to get up and forget that this had even started, he’s doing everything but that as the thought settles.
His hands find her thighs, hot and with the scrape of callouses from weaponry and his day to day, his chest rising and falling with ease beneath where her hands have snatched the neckline. It only reveals more of his tattoos, the way that she’s sat perfectly in place for the northern points of his compass arrow to point to aim right at her as she tugs on the straps of the tank top like the reins of her horses.
And honestly? If she wants to control every ounce of this, he’ll let her just so he can feel something compared to the numbness and the overwhelming sense of everything else that seemed to keep piling on. The fact that he’s rusty, how he’s not been available like this in quite some time, so it’s with a lopsided smirk to her reassurance as she offers it in many more words than the yes he’s anticipating that Sunjata’s hands slip up along her sides, curving at her hips and drawing up beneath her shirt to feel the heat and softness of her skin. “I think I can manage that.” He reassures her with a wink, lips parting to say something else when she’s channeling Frey and the laugh that leaves him is warm, happy to have the boon his god would likely offer.
They steal the words out of his mouth, though, because they very much do have a history with blindfolds, just none quite like this. “A long history of it.” He purrs a little deeper, hips rolling back against Colt’s as if to prove that the combination of her and Frey have brought out a sharper, needier beast within him with his arousal – all before she can take his breath away from him again as he cements the glimpse of Frey he gets over her shoulder – the dark curls over a sharp face, too bright blue eyes staring back at him, the distinct combination of mostly Nate, hints of Lusea in the bronze of their skin, the mischief that glints back at him.
Paired with the sight and weight of Colt pressing against him, the sensation of Frey’s arrival, the pleasure and relief they offer, it only becomes stronger the second the blindfold is placed. Practically weightless, his fingertips dig into Colt’s sides in a twitch he can’t stop as his head tilts into the kiss Frey places to his cheek, a huff of a nearly there sound leaving him when he can sense Frey’s departure and it leaves him bolstered even more for the beautiful woman in his lap.
“I can keep secrets, you know.” He murmurs to her, blindfolded as he is but able to see precisely what he needs to in order to work in a pace much faster than he had been to slip her shirt off, precisely in the right spot to drag his fingers along the curvature of her breasts before his breath ghosts across her skin in its own sweet caress. "Happy now, Colt?"
His hands find her thighs, hot and with the scrape of callouses from weaponry and his day to day, his chest rising and falling with ease beneath where her hands have snatched the neckline. It only reveals more of his tattoos, the way that she’s sat perfectly in place for the northern points of his compass arrow to point to aim right at her as she tugs on the straps of the tank top like the reins of her horses.
And honestly? If she wants to control every ounce of this, he’ll let her just so he can feel something compared to the numbness and the overwhelming sense of everything else that seemed to keep piling on. The fact that he’s rusty, how he’s not been available like this in quite some time, so it’s with a lopsided smirk to her reassurance as she offers it in many more words than the yes he’s anticipating that Sunjata’s hands slip up along her sides, curving at her hips and drawing up beneath her shirt to feel the heat and softness of her skin. “I think I can manage that.” He reassures her with a wink, lips parting to say something else when she’s channeling Frey and the laugh that leaves him is warm, happy to have the boon his god would likely offer.
They steal the words out of his mouth, though, because they very much do have a history with blindfolds, just none quite like this. “A long history of it.” He purrs a little deeper, hips rolling back against Colt’s as if to prove that the combination of her and Frey have brought out a sharper, needier beast within him with his arousal – all before she can take his breath away from him again as he cements the glimpse of Frey he gets over her shoulder – the dark curls over a sharp face, too bright blue eyes staring back at him, the distinct combination of mostly Nate, hints of Lusea in the bronze of their skin, the mischief that glints back at him.
Paired with the sight and weight of Colt pressing against him, the sensation of Frey’s arrival, the pleasure and relief they offer, it only becomes stronger the second the blindfold is placed. Practically weightless, his fingertips dig into Colt’s sides in a twitch he can’t stop as his head tilts into the kiss Frey places to his cheek, a huff of a nearly there sound leaving him when he can sense Frey’s departure and it leaves him bolstered even more for the beautiful woman in his lap.
“I can keep secrets, you know.” He murmurs to her, blindfolded as he is but able to see precisely what he needs to in order to work in a pace much faster than he had been to slip her shirt off, precisely in the right spot to drag his fingers along the curvature of her breasts before his breath ghosts across her skin in its own sweet caress. "Happy now, Colt?"
// 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.
