// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
“What’s there to disagree with?” He murmurs softly, continuing to run his hands along her skin, pausing only when her next comment arrives and his dark brow raises with amusement to her. There’s a huff of laughter that leaves him, an avian tilt of his head as he peers at her. “That sounds a bit closer to torture than pleasure if I’m being honest.” He hums to her, hands rising to drift under the light shirt she wears to run along her sides.
“How did I manage to be the chosen one in this instance and none of you?” He asks before a second thought occurs to him and his lips curl in a playful smirk. “In the Grounds there’s a room that lets the Ascended indulge. Perhaps we should all take a trip for fairness.” He rumbles, that smirk growing a bit more amusing and his gaze narrowing playfully, before he’s shifting his hips just a fraction, an inch before he’s settling again and watching her with all the roguish amusement he can muster.
“How did I manage to be the chosen one in this instance and none of you?” He asks before a second thought occurs to him and his lips curl in a playful smirk. “In the Grounds there’s a room that lets the Ascended indulge. Perhaps we should all take a trip for fairness.” He rumbles, that smirk growing a bit more amusing and his gaze narrowing playfully, before he’s shifting his hips just a fraction, an inch before he’s settling again and watching her with all the roguish amusement he can muster.
dance me to the end of love
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.
