SUNJATA
She tries to say his name but is overcome, and he can feel her as she rolls and rocks through it. It does wonders for him as well, bringing him right to the edge and then over. And he rocks with her until his finishes before carefully removing himself from her — body covered in a small amount of a sheen of sweat, hands removing themselves from pinning her own — as he moves to carefully discard the protection. Once he manages that, he rolls over onto his side trying to catch his breath but props his head onto his hand, silver gaze lingering on her face as his other hand reaches to brush her cheek gently and affectionately. “See? Not disappointed.” He hums to her through a somewhat scratchy voice (referring to her previous worries and fears), a smile playing on the corner or his lips as he looks at her, edging her closer to him to be held. “How was it for you?” He asks gently, searching her face for any hints of regret.
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.
