// 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 //
“Fair enough.” He chuckles lightly against the finger pressed to his lips. But he acquiesces her, drawing silent aside from offering tidbits of information here and there that he knows will benefit her. “I don’t doubt that.” He assures her, flashing a wink Hotaru’s way and settling into taunting and relinquishing information regarding the Ascended room, provided Nate wanted to ever see the Grounds again after this LongNight.
“I don’t imagine that it’ll be too hard to keep us there.” He adds with a rough hum of laughter, watching the way she wiggles just a bit under his touch, with the way she reacts to the brief shift of his hips and the slight greediness in his gaze growing a hint darker. Her knees widen and his hands trail again, drifting upward and pausing as her hand moves to his throat, a smirk crossing his face as she speaks.
There’s a low hum of consideration that leaves him, the vibration of it strong enough she can feel with where her hand is placed. “That is something I absolutely have no complaints with.” He informs her, his hands shifting now to the claws of the panther’s, tracing them along her skin with an edge of sharpness but not diving in unless she presses herself against them. His head tilts willingly, sure that she can see the many silvery scars Nate has left behind as he closes his eyes, lets the distraction take hold. Still, he can’t help but to deflate a fraction, knowing Nate wasn’t here, that he gets to indulge in parties and fucking when the Ascended was fighting for his life.
“I don’t imagine that it’ll be too hard to keep us there.” He adds with a rough hum of laughter, watching the way she wiggles just a bit under his touch, with the way she reacts to the brief shift of his hips and the slight greediness in his gaze growing a hint darker. Her knees widen and his hands trail again, drifting upward and pausing as her hand moves to his throat, a smirk crossing his face as she speaks.
There’s a low hum of consideration that leaves him, the vibration of it strong enough she can feel with where her hand is placed. “That is something I absolutely have no complaints with.” He informs her, his hands shifting now to the claws of the panther’s, tracing them along her skin with an edge of sharpness but not diving in unless she presses herself against them. His head tilts willingly, sure that she can see the many silvery scars Nate has left behind as he closes his eyes, lets the distraction take hold. Still, he can’t help but to deflate a fraction, knowing Nate wasn’t here, that he gets to indulge in parties and fucking when the Ascended was fighting for his life.
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.
