now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
It’s an offer that isn’t taken lightly – and honestly he wouldn’t have offered had she not seemed like she really needed it. So the wrist is offered and the debate goes on briefly before Wessex is reaching for it. A nod granted in response as he steadies himself, knowing what comes next and doing his best to not give in. His jaw clenches, some preparation as he sinks back on his heels.
She bites down and he hums low in his throat, stifling a growl, cheeks flushing, eyes shuttering as he swallows hard and his jaw clenches further trying to keep from giving into it. Soon enough, she pulls away and he has a moment of an attempt of clarity to try and calm down. He leans forward, steel gaze focusing on the luxere before them. “You’re welcome.” He answers back, gruff and a bit rough, jaw tight.
She bites down and he hums low in his throat, stifling a growl, cheeks flushing, eyes shuttering as he swallows hard and his jaw clenches further trying to keep from giving into it. Soon enough, she pulls away and he has a moment of an attempt of clarity to try and calm down. He leans forward, steel gaze focusing on the luxere before them. “You’re welcome.” He answers back, gruff and a bit rough, jaw tight.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
