SUNJATA
the flood
there was a moment, a hole opened in the sky
a chance to join that pantheon
a chance to join that pantheon
If Sunjata tests out those waters by squeezing the expanse of the legs that press against him, he doesn’t admit it. His head tilts slightly into the teeth that run along his earlobe, a hitch of his breath with the understanding that Frey knows where the Flood stands. And that’s with a relatively selfish choice.
His lips part to comment, only to feel the words hitch in the base of his throat, warmth spiraling from his body down and down in such a divine manner that it’s a wonder that he can even focus on what Frey says when their palm finds his cock. His hands on Frey’s legs twitch, before one slides down and the other rises as if the hopes to tangle his fingers in dark curls. “Ah,” he breathes, fighting between both minds. “Is it possible to… Claim a land without any rulers?” He asks, head rolling to the side, revealing one of his scarred, torn out compass tattoos. If Sunjata had the choice he wouldn’t want to get his hands dirty. He’d simply look for a place nobody else was, stake a claim, tell the rest of everyone to fuck off unless they were wanted. “Glamour it into hiding and being un... Untouched, unless invited in to make… This an, ah, reality?” He breathes, pressing back harder against Frey now as an effort to get a hint of leverage to roll his hips into their palm.
His lips part to comment, only to feel the words hitch in the base of his throat, warmth spiraling from his body down and down in such a divine manner that it’s a wonder that he can even focus on what Frey says when their palm finds his cock. His hands on Frey’s legs twitch, before one slides down and the other rises as if the hopes to tangle his fingers in dark curls. “Ah,” he breathes, fighting between both minds. “Is it possible to… Claim a land without any rulers?” He asks, head rolling to the side, revealing one of his scarred, torn out compass tattoos. If Sunjata had the choice he wouldn’t want to get his hands dirty. He’d simply look for a place nobody else was, stake a claim, tell the rest of everyone to fuck off unless they were wanted. “Glamour it into hiding and being un... Untouched, unless invited in to make… This an, ah, reality?” He breathes, pressing back harder against Frey now as an effort to get a hint of leverage to roll his hips into their palm.
for all the times they never heard your battlecry
now be an angel, sing along
now be an angel, sing along
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.
