and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He half expects her not to come with, but she downs the rest of her drink and focuses on him, and he can see that she intends to see it out. As far as murder stories go? His is far more self defense oriented, but he’s not about to tell her that he’s killed people before, that he’d lived with blood on his hands for far too long, fae too much of it. Tonight is about fireworks, celebrating Frey, and simply enjoying one another.
Who is he to complain to that?
He waits by the door as she finds him, and she’s correct in her silent assumption that he often made the first move — it was usually how these things went. So he is surprised as she encroaches on his space, pressing into him enough he can feel the door frame dig into his back, feel her hand on his shoulder, the other around his back and he gives her a bright smile, his own arms trailing to her face to rub his thumb along her jaw. “So, Priestess, it appears you want to be in charge here.” He rumbles to her, accented and deep and husky as he leans down a small amount to angle her face up toward him, his other hand reaching for the small of her back to pull her closer into him. He leans down further to catch her lips with his own, chaste and testing, ensuring she doesn’t change her mind, giving her time to if she does.
But if she doesn’t change her mind, he’ll support her enough to slip into the room and shut the door behind them, keeping her body pressed against his so long as she allows.
Who is he to complain to that?
He waits by the door as she finds him, and she’s correct in her silent assumption that he often made the first move — it was usually how these things went. So he is surprised as she encroaches on his space, pressing into him enough he can feel the door frame dig into his back, feel her hand on his shoulder, the other around his back and he gives her a bright smile, his own arms trailing to her face to rub his thumb along her jaw. “So, Priestess, it appears you want to be in charge here.” He rumbles to her, accented and deep and husky as he leans down a small amount to angle her face up toward him, his other hand reaching for the small of her back to pull her closer into him. He leans down further to catch her lips with his own, chaste and testing, ensuring she doesn’t change her mind, giving her time to if she does.
But if she doesn’t change her mind, he’ll support her enough to slip into the room and shut the door behind them, keeping her body pressed against his so long as she allows.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
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.
