I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky
It is a shame that the blindfold keeps his eyes from her now, but it's a small price to pay for hiding her bald head from him. Although, maybe she should have asked Frey for some magic hair for the night. Even if he can't see, Sunjata can still feel the absence of her usual golden locks, so she'll just have to work hard to keep his hands busy elsewhere. It is a relief though, taking off that lopsided, heavy, itching model of a wig she attempted. Assured now that he at least won't see it and be as repulsed as she is every time she catches her reflection, she'd very much like to forget the way it and so many other things feel as of late, letting the burn of his expert touch sear anything but him from her awareness.
It's a small smile that plays out in answer to him, head tilting faintly with the surprise. "My chest?" she repeats, bemused that if Frey let him see anything he wants, that's what he's holding onto. She knows bits of his past, old lovers now lost, numerous others in-between who's names he might not even remember but shapes and touch he does. "What about my chest is worth a sex god's eyes?" she wonders, coy despite knowing she's always had some feature or another that could snare a man, at least for the night. Given the choice though? Her tits over anything else? "You know how to flatter a girl," she croons in answer for him, and is more than content to let the proof exist in the cup of his hand and the warm embrace of his mouth against her nipples. It's enough to risk her balance as she closes her eyes and tips into the sensation, the surprise of his forked tongue soon melting into appreciation. Well, he certainly spoke true, before.
The descent of his hand at her waist has her hips rolling in response, heat chasing more friction, the desire pooling in her a restless, hungry thing now that he's fanned the flames of it. He tugs her closer and she grinds into her seat on his lap. "And you?" she breaths, a faint gasp squeaking out as his mouth trails higher, sensitive skin trembling beneath it, skittish and wanting all at once. "Are you happy?" She reaches to wind one arm around his head and pull him closer at the top too, trying to bury herself in the touch, wherever he places it. Her other hand reaches for his shirt, hasty and reckless in her tugs to get it up and over him in turn.
It's a small smile that plays out in answer to him, head tilting faintly with the surprise. "My chest?" she repeats, bemused that if Frey let him see anything he wants, that's what he's holding onto. She knows bits of his past, old lovers now lost, numerous others in-between who's names he might not even remember but shapes and touch he does. "What about my chest is worth a sex god's eyes?" she wonders, coy despite knowing she's always had some feature or another that could snare a man, at least for the night. Given the choice though? Her tits over anything else? "You know how to flatter a girl," she croons in answer for him, and is more than content to let the proof exist in the cup of his hand and the warm embrace of his mouth against her nipples. It's enough to risk her balance as she closes her eyes and tips into the sensation, the surprise of his forked tongue soon melting into appreciation. Well, he certainly spoke true, before.
The descent of his hand at her waist has her hips rolling in response, heat chasing more friction, the desire pooling in her a restless, hungry thing now that he's fanned the flames of it. He tugs her closer and she grinds into her seat on his lap. "And you?" she breaths, a faint gasp squeaking out as his mouth trails higher, sensitive skin trembling beneath it, skittish and wanting all at once. "Are you happy?" She reaches to wind one arm around his head and pull him closer at the top too, trying to bury herself in the touch, wherever he places it. Her other hand reaches for his shirt, hasty and reckless in her tugs to get it up and over him in turn.
Colt
I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
