i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way
He can certainly try to be her tether, but he’s just as lost as she is – using his newfound water magic to create easy and gentle waves that lap along them, the combination of his warm breath that skates along her skin as he makes his little plan, as he picks a spot right beside Nate’s to leave his own little mark, one that wouldn’t last, not like Nate’s. But one that would bruise and shift to a darker hue, reminiscent of the times where they’d laid claim to each other’s necks.
Her shout is met with a small half smirk that’s pressed against her skin as he starts to guide his lips up to capture her own, his head tilting to keep from their noses pressing uncomfortably together. It’s no surprise that when her thighs clench around his hips he hums a quiet rumble of approval, only to suck in a sharp breath and simultaneously snap his teeth at her lower lip when her hand trails down his skin to the outline of his length, still hidden behind waterlogged shorts. A shuddering sound leaves him, hips rocking against her hand as he pulls her back with her hair slightly, moving far enough away that his steel gaze can focus on her face.
There aren’t any words, but there are a mixture of actions and touches he can offer, the hand at the binding on her side, scrabbling along her skin to find where it connects, to unlatch it, and unwind it from her to toss off to the warm sunkissed rock off to their side.
Her shout is met with a small half smirk that’s pressed against her skin as he starts to guide his lips up to capture her own, his head tilting to keep from their noses pressing uncomfortably together. It’s no surprise that when her thighs clench around his hips he hums a quiet rumble of approval, only to suck in a sharp breath and simultaneously snap his teeth at her lower lip when her hand trails down his skin to the outline of his length, still hidden behind waterlogged shorts. A shuddering sound leaves him, hips rocking against her hand as he pulls her back with her hair slightly, moving far enough away that his steel gaze can focus on her face.
There aren’t any words, but there are a mixture of actions and touches he can offer, the hand at the binding on her side, scrabbling along her skin to find where it connects, to unlatch it, and unwind it from her to toss off to the warm sunkissed rock off to their side.
but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you
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.