we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
A low laugh slips from the Heartless’ throat to hear her muted better. It’s amusement painted in attraction and it has Sunjata leaving that mark that will surely bruise as he keeps the band of water wrapped around her middle. He floods the space in front of her with his body and she’d note the shiver that races through him to feel her hand on his horn, the other pressed lightly to his chest.
And then, a heartbeat later there’s heat. Enough that his chest starts to flare and a part of him feels that brief thought that she might brand him. It would be a first, despite all the scars that linger on his skin. Still, it goes straight through him in a lightning strike of desire, one that follows the path her hand takes until he’s sure she realizes he’s not opposed to a bit of fireplay.
His hands, however, keep moving. The one at her jaw sweeps back into her blonde hair, tangling through the strands there as his other hand slips down her chest, palming at her breast and teasing at her peaked nipple before its descending to her pants she still wears. His hand slides through the grappling water with all of the ease of his old moniker, the way it appears to bend for his very whim. An ocean in the form of a man, though perhaps not the kind of ocean the Ancient in front of him is used to.
Instead, taking her own expectations into account, the grappling magic rises, the tendrils of water leaving her skin wet until it settles at her throat.
And then, a heartbeat later there’s heat. Enough that his chest starts to flare and a part of him feels that brief thought that she might brand him. It would be a first, despite all the scars that linger on his skin. Still, it goes straight through him in a lightning strike of desire, one that follows the path her hand takes until he’s sure she realizes he’s not opposed to a bit of fireplay.
His hands, however, keep moving. The one at her jaw sweeps back into her blonde hair, tangling through the strands there as his other hand slips down her chest, palming at her breast and teasing at her peaked nipple before its descending to her pants she still wears. His hand slides through the grappling water with all of the ease of his old moniker, the way it appears to bend for his very whim. An ocean in the form of a man, though perhaps not the kind of ocean the Ancient in front of him is used to.
Instead, taking her own expectations into account, the grappling magic rises, the tendrils of water leaving her skin wet until it settles at her throat.
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.
