SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He presses his chest a small amount against her own, fingers stroking at her collarbone and the side of her neck, trailing into her hair as she runs her tongue along his lips – and of course he opens for her, to tangle his own along hers in a soft and sweet caress. There’s no rush, no need to hurry, and even if the light begins to filter inside there’s nothing saying they need to leave just yet. Cocooned here with wings and feathers and blankets wrapped up with one another, content.
He props himself up on one arm, his other finding her hair and runs his fingers through it – at least until she scrapes a nail against the partial shift and he shudders – breaking the kiss a small amount as his back arches, and his eyes alight in a silver flame. “That’s very sensitive.” He tells her, voice rough as he shivers beneath her touch – not from cold, but from heat and pleasure, and the surprise of what such a touch could spark in him. He’d have to be careful if he ever partially shifted this way again, careful to keep the membrane safe from threats.
It’s a good thing he has a variety of others to shift between to, though the phrase he’s just told her had been said once before on the river when Haai had hopped onto his tail, clawing at the fin. It had been a different sensitivity, but his gaze sparks with nostalgia at it all the same.
He props himself up on one arm, his other finding her hair and runs his fingers through it – at least until she scrapes a nail against the partial shift and he shudders – breaking the kiss a small amount as his back arches, and his eyes alight in a silver flame. “That’s very sensitive.” He tells her, voice rough as he shivers beneath her touch – not from cold, but from heat and pleasure, and the surprise of what such a touch could spark in him. He’d have to be careful if he ever partially shifted this way again, careful to keep the membrane safe from threats.
It’s a good thing he has a variety of others to shift between to, though the phrase he’s just told her had been said once before on the river when Haai had hopped onto his tail, clawing at the fin. It had been a different sensitivity, but his gaze sparks with nostalgia at it all the same.
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.
