SUNJATA
She says nothing and it’s a great sign for him as his kisses push back against her own, the acceptance of it is welcomed as she wraps her arms around his neck. And it’s something, it meshes with the sound that leaves her lips that causes him to smile in a way he’s certain she can feel it. And it was clear to him that she was following what he did, and so he started at the only logical place. His kisses falter as his hands leave the spot they’re braced against as he moves to unbutton his shirt, preparing to toss it to the floor before he lets himself help her. His breathing increases slightly as he takes her in, hands roaming and touching.His hands are callused roughly, but their touch is gentle as he runs them up and down her arms, softly and calmly, pressing toward her gently, searching for laces or ties. But the couch is awkward, and he finds himself positioning in a weird way to try and focus on her, and he breaks away briefly to search her gaze — eyes simmering and smoldering — his brow lifts suggestively, wondering if she’ll see his curiosity in his eyes, of a more comfortable, open space. If he wants to take her tonight, he’d rather show her a bit of what his experience is. And it’s far less appealing on a chair of all things.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
