the draw

SUNJATA

your voice is the loudest shout at the head of the line

your voice is all war

She relaxes beneath his fingers, and he smirks to the way she melts. His hands caress her neck, then her shoulders, his hand running down her arm soothingly and gently, as he hums his partial joke toward her. But for a moment he grows surprised as she speaks, and begins to move away so he could wash. “Ah, not yet.” He chuckles to her, arms reaching out to wrap around her and pull her back in close.

“There’s plenty of soap and water still.” He hums, keeping his arms tight but still loose enough that she can leave if she wants to. “I can wait.” He offers, head hovering over her shoulder again as he leans down to kiss her shoulder this time, his arms letting her go to train his hands down her sides to her hips. His kisses trail back up to her neck to her ear, as he smiles lightly. “You’ve been all work, why not some fun?” His voice is a deep, husky sound as he hovers beside her ear, pressing himself to her slightly with the suggestion, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips with it. "You know... For Frey."

and and they love you for it

your voice is breaking but it is holy

boy born for revolution

all you have to do is burn