we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
Her own scars are curious enough – but he isn’t here to talk about them or wax poetry about them, instead focusing on the task of slipping her clothes off and honestly testing the waters. He doesn’t know her, and until he’s directed otherwise (which she soon does much to his pleasure), Sunjata will keep on this trajectory.
Fingers in his hair are absolutely welcome, but it’s the fingers that brush along the leather of his wings that have them shivering slightly and his breath hitching – only so far as getting her to fall back on the bed before she’s loosening that low growl, her tail twitching like an annoyed feline’s, before she’s vanishing with instructions.
It sparks a deep, accented laugh as he straightens up, a low and sultry thing that cuts through as she focuses on his wings again, before she’s there and gone once more in an instant, looking at him like it was easy. His eyes are dark with amusement as he peers across at her, wings shaking out before they tuck in tight. “Right, right.” He hums, stepping away from the bed into a deep shadow cast by the bed, effectively vanishing before water streaks out toward her.
It winds around her middle, grappling her to the bedpost before he’s there in an instant – reappearing with all horns and wings, crowding her space instantly and reaching for her jaw, lifting it up to him as he bends down into her space and actually snags a marking bite against the milky column of her neck.
Fingers in his hair are absolutely welcome, but it’s the fingers that brush along the leather of his wings that have them shivering slightly and his breath hitching – only so far as getting her to fall back on the bed before she’s loosening that low growl, her tail twitching like an annoyed feline’s, before she’s vanishing with instructions.
It sparks a deep, accented laugh as he straightens up, a low and sultry thing that cuts through as she focuses on his wings again, before she’s there and gone once more in an instant, looking at him like it was easy. His eyes are dark with amusement as he peers across at her, wings shaking out before they tuck in tight. “Right, right.” He hums, stepping away from the bed into a deep shadow cast by the bed, effectively vanishing before water streaks out toward her.
It winds around her middle, grappling her to the bedpost before he’s there in an instant – reappearing with all horns and wings, crowding her space instantly and reaching for her jaw, lifting it up to him as he bends down into her space and actually snags a marking bite against the milky column of her neck.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
