the city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me?
All the other conversation is lost on Sunjata as the alcohol burns in his stomach, mixing and melding with the feeling of his own quiet frustration and need, as he stands behind Loren’s chair. He’s not sure what he’s doing, not sure at all, but if Sunjata was good at one thing, it was bullshitting his way through everything and learning along the way. And he can do the same here, if only because of the confidence boon of the alcohol.
And oh, it all might be worth it with the surprise and delight that crosses his flame’s face. Pulling her into Loren’s lap is the easy part, and he hums his approval at it, Lusea’s arm draped over the summoner’s, and Sunjata presses in closer so his shirtless, tattooed torso is within her reach. And at Lusea’s question to the man, Sunjata’s own head angles toward the summoners, close enough to share breath as he keeps his arms braced for the time being, awaiting Loren’s response, head nuzzling ever so slight into the hand Lusea tangles in his own hair.
But then, if he’s being honest, he would like to hear something a bit more confident than the heated pause Loren gives. It still doesn’t grant Sunjata any pause, head edging toward Loren’s ear, a small amount of edge to his voice. “Mmm I think he needs to learn a thing or two about rebel Korofi women.” He announces to Lusea in a deep rumble, husky and rough as he takes a moment to nip at Loren’s ear. “And their princelings.”
One hand runs along Loren’s arm that’s holding Lusea to him as the summoner leans forward to kiss his flame, and a part of Sunjata that would typically rage at such a thing, settles at the idea that Loren likely won’t be able to sate her like he can. And while he usually wasn’t into sharing, finds that with his main focus on ensuring his flame is satisfied, that it’s enough to keep him hot and heavy. The hand that trailed down Loren’s arm now abandons the Summoner to tangle in Lusea’s hair, giving her a small tug. And with it, his other hand abandons the table to reach for Loren’s shirt to remove it or tear it off, because fuck it they’re barely holding on after getting singed anyway by the flame of the now long gone Rathskeller.
He realizes he knows nothing really of the summoner, and what kind of experience he has, and so Sunjata does his best to channel the things he does know and put it into this scenario. Perhaps he can teach him. He nudges Loren’s free hand toward Lusea, to caress and play, to see if he gets the hint, and as if to get a move on his head lowers toward Loren’s neck and he bites, hoping it may vanquish any sort of pause the summoner harbors.
And oh, it all might be worth it with the surprise and delight that crosses his flame’s face. Pulling her into Loren’s lap is the easy part, and he hums his approval at it, Lusea’s arm draped over the summoner’s, and Sunjata presses in closer so his shirtless, tattooed torso is within her reach. And at Lusea’s question to the man, Sunjata’s own head angles toward the summoners, close enough to share breath as he keeps his arms braced for the time being, awaiting Loren’s response, head nuzzling ever so slight into the hand Lusea tangles in his own hair.
But then, if he’s being honest, he would like to hear something a bit more confident than the heated pause Loren gives. It still doesn’t grant Sunjata any pause, head edging toward Loren’s ear, a small amount of edge to his voice. “Mmm I think he needs to learn a thing or two about rebel Korofi women.” He announces to Lusea in a deep rumble, husky and rough as he takes a moment to nip at Loren’s ear. “And their princelings.”
One hand runs along Loren’s arm that’s holding Lusea to him as the summoner leans forward to kiss his flame, and a part of Sunjata that would typically rage at such a thing, settles at the idea that Loren likely won’t be able to sate her like he can. And while he usually wasn’t into sharing, finds that with his main focus on ensuring his flame is satisfied, that it’s enough to keep him hot and heavy. The hand that trailed down Loren’s arm now abandons the Summoner to tangle in Lusea’s hair, giving her a small tug. And with it, his other hand abandons the table to reach for Loren’s shirt to remove it or tear it off, because fuck it they’re barely holding on after getting singed anyway by the flame of the now long gone Rathskeller.
He realizes he knows nothing really of the summoner, and what kind of experience he has, and so Sunjata does his best to channel the things he does know and put it into this scenario. Perhaps he can teach him. He nudges Loren’s free hand toward Lusea, to caress and play, to see if he gets the hint, and as if to get a move on his head lowers toward Loren’s neck and he bites, hoping it may vanquish any sort of pause the summoner harbors.
till the skies bleed ashes
and the fucking skyline crashes
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.
