I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
Does it make him against everything he is if he wants to do this? To feel something other than the emptiness yawning before him, around him, within him? To feel something other than sorrow and shame, frustration and worry?
It’s almost like she comes to life beneath him, beneath the growl that slips from his throat before he comes to his senses. Perhaps they both miss someone incredibly deep that they know they can’t replace, know they don’t want to try to replace, but only wish to spark something between them for the night, nothing more nothing less. No strings attached, no feelings involved.
He’s thankful for her clarity when he falters, when he pauses, when he second guesses and places a hand along her soft cheek, a kiss to her other that she openly offers. The only thing she does do is keep his hand there, allowing his shadowed eyes to scan across her face — allowing him to decide if he wants to delve into this, to feel the possible regret in the face of Lusea’s possible return.
She speaks then, soft and gentle, not teasing for once and he can hear the underlying tones, the meaning. That perhaps they both need to spark something to disperse the loneliness they feel, only for a night. And with it, he breaks, shattering slightly before her and not caring, because his eyes scan the bracelet on her arm that matches his own, and he withdraws from her just enough to remove his hands and unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, every tattoo on display but most notably the flaming arrow over his heart.
And he eyes her, shadows lightening slightly with a quirk to his lip. “No expectations.” He rumbles in quiet agreement. ”Yes, I can read you.” Before he leans in fully, no restraints, a hand finding her hair as his lips aim to claim her own.
It’s almost like she comes to life beneath him, beneath the growl that slips from his throat before he comes to his senses. Perhaps they both miss someone incredibly deep that they know they can’t replace, know they don’t want to try to replace, but only wish to spark something between them for the night, nothing more nothing less. No strings attached, no feelings involved.
He’s thankful for her clarity when he falters, when he pauses, when he second guesses and places a hand along her soft cheek, a kiss to her other that she openly offers. The only thing she does do is keep his hand there, allowing his shadowed eyes to scan across her face — allowing him to decide if he wants to delve into this, to feel the possible regret in the face of Lusea’s possible return.
She speaks then, soft and gentle, not teasing for once and he can hear the underlying tones, the meaning. That perhaps they both need to spark something to disperse the loneliness they feel, only for a night. And with it, he breaks, shattering slightly before her and not caring, because his eyes scan the bracelet on her arm that matches his own, and he withdraws from her just enough to remove his hands and unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, every tattoo on display but most notably the flaming arrow over his heart.
And he eyes her, shadows lightening slightly with a quirk to his lip. “No expectations.” He rumbles in quiet agreement. ”Yes, I can read you.” Before he leans in fully, no restraints, a hand finding her hair as his lips aim to claim her own.
sweetie, you had me
SUNJATA
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.
