SUNJATA
Jata does have the space to breathe as she guides him, he also has the space to watch her and see how her hips move as she ascends the stairs and how her attention seems focused on one thing — him. It’s evident to him as soon as they reach the room and she opens the door and his eyes leave her form briefly to spy the soft blankets and the wonderful bed large enough for all sorts of comfort. Yes, this will do. His hand tightens against hers and she glances back to him, his eyes simmering as they engulf her.But his control is short reigned, with the bed nearby, and he perhaps takes a bit more control than he had down below — taking her hand and pulling her into him, he leans down to kiss her gently at first and then a bit more hungry — guiding her back toward the bed. Once he can feel the bed hit his knee, he lowers his head to her, to kiss along her jaw and cheekbone, offering small playful bites. His hands roam along her arms once more, rubbing and tender and soft, until he reaches the laces that keep her dress on. And he tenderly unlaces it, helping her take the dress off as his lips remain on her neck.
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.
