Then my mind's-eye gets to sinkin' into the ocean

we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different

“Uh huh.” Sunjata confirms to her with a warm breath against the column of her pale throat, before he’s pulling away to shed himself of his shirt. Her quiet wonder over whether any of them might have killed him when they occurred would be met with at least two of them. The scar that trails down the side of his neck, following a main artery that was perhaps one of his oldest ones had nearly done the trick, as had the lightning scar that descends on his entire right hand side.

He doesn’t say anything about it, though, focuses on her as he corrals her back toward the bed, the rustle of leathery wings a backdrop to the crackling fire and the salt kissed breeze that seems to come from nowhere. In the interim, his silver gaze trails the pop of buttons, the way one still plays between her fingers as he backs her up against the edge of the bed. One hand snags at hers still between her breasts for the next button, the other reaches up to undo that button with a well practiced motion.

Her hand is released as he starts to tug the shirt free of her, exposing her torso just as his own is, and he drops closer to her, lips finding her shoulder and collarbone, teeth snagging at the straps of her bra to tug them off as his fingers work yet again to undo her bra. He nips at her skin in the process of this removal, but once he’s done his wings twist forward, pressing against her shoulders to get her to sit or lay back as he slips her bra off.

but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste