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Phoebe watched as he drank the tonic, glad she didn't have to argue with him. The concoction was a fairly common one from her childhood. So many in Northaven suffered war shock, most having never known the world without war after all. The tea she made for it was better for daily use to keep one from suffering its symptoms. But the tonic was for emergencies like this, its properties allowing those that consumed it to feel a sense of calm, clearing their mind of the shock so they could focus. There were other methods she knew to help whole the tonic took effect.
"Now, look around. I want you to point out five things you can see, four things you could touch, three things you could smell, two things you could hear, and one thing you could taste." she said as she sat back down. The exercise was one to reground the person in reality, the here and now, rather than the stressors that were triggering the panic.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
He doesn’t look at her when she looks to him after he takes the medicine. All he can do is let it start to work, bridge of his nose pinched and eyes shut tight as he focuses on his breathing. But it begins to get easier, the anxiety begins to melt away slowly, but by a fraction, and he inhales deeply when Phoebe speaks. His eyes lifting to glance about the room — unable to look to her. She tells him to point out a variety of things he can see and his shadowed gaze dances about the room. “I can see Frey’s shrine, Pim, the fireplace, the coats in the entryway, and the boxes of supplies.” He answers at first, rough and uncertain, and so tired.
Then he glances around the room again as she sits down. “I can touch the wood of the table, the glass, the blankets, and the couch.” He doesn’t know if it’s helping, but he tries anyway. “I can smell the fireplace, the alcohol, your soap from your shower.” A small glance toward her briefly. “I can hear the snow creaking the house with the weight. I can hear Pim occasionally.” He grows quiet now, eyes returning to her as the alcohol mixes with the blight and the medicine. A pause. What can he taste?
His voice is nearly a whisper as his silver eyes clear up a small amount, though still hazy despite it all. His hands shake when he speaks to answer the last statement. “You.”
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Phoebe listened quietly as he began to list things off, nodding slowly. Affirmation was powerful, especially for those going through emotional distress. She was more accustomed to using these techniques with patients, particularly those in less than supportive relationships, but emotional distress was emotional distress; sex had nothing to do with it really. And at first, it all seemed very normal, clearly defined things that could be seen and felt and heard and smelled – but then taste through her off.
”You.”
The blonde blinked and looked over at him, raising a brow in confusion. Her? What did that mean? Clearly he wasn’t blighted enough to mean eating her, but…the implications of what he meant finally sunk in. Oh… She felt her heart begin to race and heat build in her stomach at the thought, the blight increasing her want of the most basic functions of life. But it wasn’t so simple. It could never be so simple. ”Only if you choose me. And you won’t.” she said softly, frustration building in her as she denied herself what she wanted.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
She nods when he speaks, commenting on what he can hear and see and smell, but he can see the confusion growing in her eyes when he replies the final part — the blight and the alcohol wanting nothing more than to be close. And when it finally sinks, when her cheeks spark a bit red, he turns to face her fully, an arm braced against the back of the sofa as she gives him her ultimatum. He sighs, knowing it was coming, but he isn’t finished yet.
“I can choose you for tonight.” He whispers, a quiet rumble. Because at the end of the day, it’s still complicated, confusing, frustrating. Eyes watching her face, his breathing finally calm enough. And he swallows hard against the not fully healed wounds and the stitches on his neck and jaw, steel eyes sharp and clear while inside the blight, alcohol, and medicine roil and shift.
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Phoebe considered him quietly, a sinking feeling in her stomach. He could choose her for tonight. It was true. He could. But it would have repercussions. And for a moment she finds herself thoroughly disappointed in him, near disgusted even. All it took for him to stray from this Lusea that he claimed to love so much was some calming medicine and a venting session. Suddenly she wondered how many times he might have strayed while with her, and her heart aches to realize it.
Perhaps that was why Frey cautioned her not to plan a life with everyone she got close to – the secrets they held didn’t always match the reality she saw.
And while she felt badly, knowing she would not be the one to ultimately suffer for this, at least not much, she felt it not her place to worry about the consequences. He was the one with a relationship to lose. He was the one who felt he had a debt to repay. She was just a single girl craving a good romp in the sheets to forget her worries for a bit. But she would give him one chance to change his mind, one chance to make the decision that was right for him. ”You can, but she’ll be mad.” she said quietly.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
The thing is, is that Sunjata is a fairly loyal man. But with the blight, with everything else going on, the alcohol, the medicine, all of it combined in his system has impaired his judgement, and the only thing he wants thanks to the blight is touch, care, love. And so he watches, steel eyes lingering on her face as she contemplates, as she rules out what her options are. And he almost waits with baited breath, holding the air in his lungs until her voice breaks through.
He wants to laugh at the statement. Instead, the corner of his lip lifts slightly. “I don’t care what she’ll think.” He tells her simply, easily. He doesn’t care now but when he realizes it, he likely will. But for the moment? No, he doesn’t care at all. He wants to love, to hold, to suffer with someone else.
He leans in a bit closer to her, a trembling hand resting on the back of the couch on the other side of her. “I choose you tonight.”
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
In an instant everything she felt for Jata, the love and affection, her devotion – died. There were a lot of faults Phoebe could overlook. A lot of faults that she probably shouldn’t overlook. But this sort of outright disrespect for a woman he claimed to love, a woman he said he owed a life debt to – that indicated some serious character flaws that she simply couldn’t overlook. Her heart slowed and numbed, her emotions detaching from the physical want she felt – because he was still very handsome and she knew he was well versed in how to make her enjoy herself. But this would be the last time for her.
And probably for Lusea, because you bet she was going to tell her just how loyal Jata was.
Her head tilted up towards him as he leaned over her, Pim scurrying away to be elsewhere since he knew what was coming. Humans took forever to mate, it was quite ridiculous. It left them so vulnerable – terribly inefficient. ”Prove it.” she said softly, as he declared he was choosing her for the night.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
She tells him to prove it, and the corner of his lip that had lifted now shifts toward a smirk, and he leans further over her, hovering above her. A trembling hand that had braced on the back of the couch now reaches for her, for her blonde hair, for the back of her head to caress and pull close. His lips seek hers out, hurried, rushed, needing and wanting her. And this challenge? is little to him. He can prove it, and then some.
His other hand reaches for her body, to pull her close to him, to tug at the clothing she wears. He pauses just enough, breaking away to pull the shirt from his own body — revealing all the scratches and wounds that she has peppered his body with. But from that, the tattoos are visible, where the compass that should be pointing to Lusea, now point toward Phoebe. And he doesn’t care, doesn’t care as he seeks her out again, breath a mix of the tonic, alcohol, smoke as he drowns with her.
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
This would be his undoing, and for the moment she would simply enjoy, knowing nothing would come from it for her save for a night of pleasure. The consequences were his to face.
Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, head tilting in to meet his lips. The fire she felt building in her stomach burned anew, her blighted senses urging her to give in to her carnal needs and desires. He paused to pull of his shirt and as he did so she tugged off her own dress, her bare form much skinnier than when he saw her last. But that was bound to happen when you barely ate. With fabric discarded she was quick to reach up to him again, hold his cheeks in her hands, kissing him with a fiery passion that was emboldened by need.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
He’ll enjoy it for the time he can, before the guilt and regret set in. It won’t take long, not once the alcohol and medicine wear off, and he’s left alone with the blight and the struggles of his day to day. It only adds on top of it, adds onto his struggle. But he doesn’t think of it that way, not now, not while his mind still swims with the concoction in his stomach and body.
She slides her dress off when he slides his shirt off, and he pauses briefly enough to view her, passing over the thinness of her for just drinking her in. And when his eyes lift back to hers, silver, sharp, smoldering, he grins beneath his breath and leans in to pull her close again as his lips and teeth meet her own, sliding along her jaw like he used to, meeting her neck while he fumbles with a trembling hand at his belt.
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
It all falls into place naturally. It's a practiced dance, the choreography second nature, their partner moving in synch, anticipating every movement and compensating for any stumble. She grinned as he gazed down at her, knowing she was an unhealthy sort of skinny now but glad he wasn't off-put by it. He leaned forward again, capturing her lips in a kiss then moving down her jaw - her head tilted back on instinct alone, a light moan pushing through her lips as the sensation sent a shudder down her spine.
Her hands moved from his shoulders, down his back, her broken nails leaving red lines and small welts in their wake. They move on to his belt, her own trembling fingers helping him loosen the belt and shoving the offending fabric as far off his person as she can reach. As Frey might have said, this wasn't about making love, it was about fucking and in her blight induced, lust-filled state, she was more interested in getting down to business than the foreplay.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
As she leaves marks, he can’t help the frenzy he feels with it. And with the sounds she makes, his bites and kisses grow hungrier – needing her, so badly, that it almost hurts with the slowness that his hands fumble with the belt. And he almost growls his frustration before she’s there to help, discarding the belt and pushing away at the fabric enough that he can do the rest – the blight taking over for the most primal of his desires. He leans back over her, leg braced on one side, lips finding her collarbone to leave his mark.
One of his hands finds the small of her back, lifting her, in agreement about the quickness of it all. He needs her in this moment, and unlike before he doesn’t wait for confirmation, doesn’t pause to grab anything. One hand lifts her, the other lifts her leg around his waist as he settles between them. And when his lips drift back up from her collarbones to her own again, he bites down on her bottom lip, and settles in enough to growl as he buries himself into her, all consequences be damned.
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
She gasped as he left his mark on her collarbone - predictably surprising every time he did so. But it was all part of the rhythm they had settled into in the weeks before, comfortingly familiar even with the increase in tempo. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in and keeping them close. Even those seconds of adjustment and settling were painstaking, primal urges more powerful than she had experience before making each moment agony. When they finally connected her back arched and a guttural moan escaped her lips, head tossed back, nails digging into his shoulders. Without a moment lost her hips rocked against his, goading him to an unprecedented pace.
they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
The sounds she makes are music to his ears, and he nearly vibrates under her touch, with the need she has for him to be closer and closer until they can’t anymore. And he easily obliges, forgetting everything else but her. A hand drifts from her side to her hair, pulling at it and pawing, letting her pick the pace as he matches her, his lips breaking from hers for her neck while he kisses and bites and hums his own pleasure. He wants to hear the sounds she makes, wants to hold her tight and show her, prove to her that he doesn’t care about the repercussions.
He lets her adjust enough before picking up the pace faster, the bridge of his nose brushing against the crook of her ear, letting his breath rake along her neck and jaw. His one hand tangles in her hair, the other helps support her by the small of her back, but his fingers curl enough to dig his own nails in slightly as he loses himself with her, drowns in her, forgets all else.
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
