SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He remains in her embrace just as she remains in his. In the afterglow of what they’ve just done, dazed and hazy, exhausted yet content. He peppers her face with kisses while cradling her as much as he can, breathing in the scent of her, of paper, salt, enveloped with him throughout.
He can feel his arms trembling with the pressure of having held himself up for her, so he shifts somewhat reluctantly, to lean along her without hurting her, head hanging along her shoulder briefly as she runs her fingers through his hair. “Sometimes. But never in a bad way.” He hums to her quietly, lifting his head to let his steel gaze wash over her.
Then, he leans down to kiss her lips again, hoping to pull her into him enough that it retracts one of her wings so he can lay back on his side to face her and hold her near — chest still rising and falling. “It’s more of a feeling of… comfort? Like, coming home to your house at the end of the day. Yes it’s been there awhile and things aren’t as new or shiny as they were at first.” He tries to focus on her with a soft crooked smile. “But it’s yours and that makes all the difference.”
He can feel his arms trembling with the pressure of having held himself up for her, so he shifts somewhat reluctantly, to lean along her without hurting her, head hanging along her shoulder briefly as she runs her fingers through his hair. “Sometimes. But never in a bad way.” He hums to her quietly, lifting his head to let his steel gaze wash over her.
Then, he leans down to kiss her lips again, hoping to pull her into him enough that it retracts one of her wings so he can lay back on his side to face her and hold her near — chest still rising and falling. “It’s more of a feeling of… comfort? Like, coming home to your house at the end of the day. Yes it’s been there awhile and things aren’t as new or shiny as they were at first.” He tries to focus on her with a soft crooked smile. “But it’s yours and that makes all the difference.”
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no 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.
