i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The touch remains soft as it glides over his branches of scar tissue, each one sparking a shiver to race against his own spine, goosebumps trailing against his neck and the short hairs at the nape of his neck. The question of where he likes to be touched himself has a lopsided smile blooming on his face, feeling the weight of Niki’s hand over his heart. “Anywhere, really, but my neck I like the most.” He offers out easily, continuing his own exploratory affections while Niki lets that settle.
He injects warmth into Niki’s side and his hip, fingers spreading and stretching out to brush those soft little designs wherever he can reach, slipping up slowly in order to brush along his side and the base of his rib cage. “Is this okay?” He asks softly, checking in to make sure he wasn’t overstepping the boundaries as he continues his own exploration beneath the other man’s cable knit sweater.
He injects warmth into Niki’s side and his hip, fingers spreading and stretching out to brush those soft little designs wherever he can reach, slipping up slowly in order to brush along his side and the base of his rib cage. “Is this okay?” He asks softly, checking in to make sure he wasn’t overstepping the boundaries as he continues his own exploration beneath the other man’s cable knit sweater.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
