// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
Well he certainly isn’t expecting a laugh, but he does find it contagious in the way that she seems to let go, to loosen up, and Sunjata wonders how many people get to see her like this – if he’s simply special because he’s offered to help her become this, or if it’s simply a biproduct of the room. It’s not that he thinks her incapable – the two of them so good at keeping up their brooding exoskeleton that so many have to dig into it in order to see what cherished pieces sit beneath.
Either way, she can certainly be as rough as she wants with him and he’s never going to be one to complain. Pinning her against the wall as her own hand tugs in his hair, horns spiraling from his skull in an immediate reaction alongside the goosebumps that shiver down his spine. Her fingertips as they dig in, tracing his skin in ways that likely may leave bruises alongside different parts of him have him rumbling his own quiet approval, a groan, a growl into her mouth.
He finds her to be stiffer than the other Ascended he’s been this involved with, but it suits her in a way that he doesn’t know how to explain, but it does cause him to pull back from the kiss with a gasp of breath, the flush of his skin a deep red against his freckles and steel eyes as his hands trail up, breaking enough time to get her shirt off and follow it up with his own. It’s tossed into a pile on the floor, all scars and tattoos on full display as he dives straight for what she wants, those hands immediately rising along her sides and up her stomach, palming and cupping each of her breasts with a thumb to caress her nipples. “You can bite if you want to.” He offers her, chin tilting up, exposing more of his neck where hundreds of little pale silvery scars sit, evidence of ninety percent Nate and ten percent other Ascended thrown into the mix.
Either way, she can certainly be as rough as she wants with him and he’s never going to be one to complain. Pinning her against the wall as her own hand tugs in his hair, horns spiraling from his skull in an immediate reaction alongside the goosebumps that shiver down his spine. Her fingertips as they dig in, tracing his skin in ways that likely may leave bruises alongside different parts of him have him rumbling his own quiet approval, a groan, a growl into her mouth.
He finds her to be stiffer than the other Ascended he’s been this involved with, but it suits her in a way that he doesn’t know how to explain, but it does cause him to pull back from the kiss with a gasp of breath, the flush of his skin a deep red against his freckles and steel eyes as his hands trail up, breaking enough time to get her shirt off and follow it up with his own. It’s tossed into a pile on the floor, all scars and tattoos on full display as he dives straight for what she wants, those hands immediately rising along her sides and up her stomach, palming and cupping each of her breasts with a thumb to caress her nipples. “You can bite if you want to.” He offers her, chin tilting up, exposing more of his neck where hundreds of little pale silvery scars sit, evidence of ninety percent Nate and ten percent other Ascended thrown into the mix.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
