right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
“It is.” He retorts back. It is different for him, and at the end of the day he does know how it works – knows exactly the ins and outs of how it works, but he doesn’t want there to be any confusion over who the father is if he sleeps with her now. Let alone how awkward it feels for him. “I know, but…” He pauses as she shifts again and she straddles him and he peers up at her as she arches over his chest, holding his gaze.
Her hands find his face, thumb brushing his jaw and he inhales slowly, quelling the flush that threatens to grow along his neck, feeling her breath and her plea against his lips with the brief space between them. “It’s different, Maeve.” He breathes back, still making no move to stand with where she’s placed herself, trying hard not to focus on the pulse he can see the brief flicker of rabbiting against the side of her pale neck. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” He finally decides, gaze finally finding her jade again. She knows how to press his buttons, though, and it’s something that has him watching her carefully.
He fails to keep the flush from creeping up his neck, however. The way he tilts his head a fraction as he regards her. It isn’t his work, it isn’t his job – not like how it’s hers, and it leaves him at a loss as to how to help her.
Her hands find his face, thumb brushing his jaw and he inhales slowly, quelling the flush that threatens to grow along his neck, feeling her breath and her plea against his lips with the brief space between them. “It’s different, Maeve.” He breathes back, still making no move to stand with where she’s placed herself, trying hard not to focus on the pulse he can see the brief flicker of rabbiting against the side of her pale neck. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” He finally decides, gaze finally finding her jade again. She knows how to press his buttons, though, and it’s something that has him watching her carefully.
He fails to keep the flush from creeping up his neck, however. The way he tilts his head a fraction as he regards her. It isn’t his work, it isn’t his job – not like how it’s hers, and it leaves him at a loss as to how to help her.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
