"please stop you're scaring me" i can't help this awful energy
god damn right, you should be scared of me
He’s acutely aware of the way she leans back on his approach, the way she settles on the desk slightly, legs spreading to play at the idea that she can hook him and trap him, and a low hum of amusement leaves him at the display. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead he considers her offer and places the bracelet on, head tilting to listen to her, steel eyes locking once more with the grey and jade of her own.
“A good decision. I’ve stepped off on the wrong foot with our current queen. A more formal meeting would certainly be in our interests.” An agreement, smiling down toward her as he grabs for his glass, lifting it to his lips and drinking, aiming to place it down —
But she blocks him, hand reaching for the glass to his quiet surprise and delight. Eyes remain on her own as she finishes it up, a daring sort of challenge she always brings to him, and he leans down toward her slightly — continuing this game. His face remains a few inches from her own before he smirks. “The desk absolutely helps, don’t you think?” A question, hand tracing the wood beside her thigh as he discards the empty glass in his other hand to turn his attention to her, bolder as the free hand brushes her blonde hair from her face to tuck behind her ear. “You’re finally tall enough for me to see you.” He winks before withdrawing, a jest at their height difference.
“A good decision. I’ve stepped off on the wrong foot with our current queen. A more formal meeting would certainly be in our interests.” An agreement, smiling down toward her as he grabs for his glass, lifting it to his lips and drinking, aiming to place it down —
But she blocks him, hand reaching for the glass to his quiet surprise and delight. Eyes remain on her own as she finishes it up, a daring sort of challenge she always brings to him, and he leans down toward her slightly — continuing this game. His face remains a few inches from her own before he smirks. “The desk absolutely helps, don’t you think?” A question, hand tracing the wood beside her thigh as he discards the empty glass in his other hand to turn his attention to her, bolder as the free hand brushes her blonde hair from her face to tuck behind her ear. “You’re finally tall enough for me to see you.” He winks before withdrawing, a jest at their height difference.
who is in control?
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.
