"please stop you're scaring me" i can't help this awful energy
god damn right, you should be scared of me
He can absolutely think while jesting and teasing – a challenge for most men like him, but he’s managed well enough thus far. And he nods in agreement, knowing basically no Ascended other than Lucas – and well.. That wouldn’t work. He’s sure he was awkward enough around Samuel, and Rexanna had pegged him for the type of man he was. She had seen right through him. “Best bet would be to try and get to Samuel or Rexanna.” A tilt to his head, because at least the two of those were somewhat acquaintances to him at least.
But he lets her mull it over, this dance as she refutes his attempt at blacking himself out in the end – because that had been the goal all along. To forget, to place a bandaid over the sorrow and pain that won’t leave until he knows whether his flame will come back or be gone forever. Again. Still, he captures her gaze, a rogue smirk crossing his face at the boldness of his hand that tucks the blond hair behind her ear, flashing slightly when her nose brushes his.
Well they hadn’t quite gotten this close before, now had they? “Oh it has plenty of opportunities.” He returns, remaining close enough that she quips to him and hooks her ankle at the back of his knee – a spot that with his height and how drunk he is, takes him down easily. Hands flatten on the desk as he’s brought to his knee, a brighter grin crossing his face at her sultry reply. And he looks up at her for once, for the first time.
“Mmm, so, is this how you get information?” He rumbles playfully, applying pressure to the desk as he stands once more. “I guarantee it'll work.” He questions, aiming to cover her now, to press her back against the wood with nothing else but his tattooed torso and his words. He’s sure to keep her centered with his hands flat against the desk, ready to grab onto her legs should she try it again.
But he lets her mull it over, this dance as she refutes his attempt at blacking himself out in the end – because that had been the goal all along. To forget, to place a bandaid over the sorrow and pain that won’t leave until he knows whether his flame will come back or be gone forever. Again. Still, he captures her gaze, a rogue smirk crossing his face at the boldness of his hand that tucks the blond hair behind her ear, flashing slightly when her nose brushes his.
Well they hadn’t quite gotten this close before, now had they? “Oh it has plenty of opportunities.” He returns, remaining close enough that she quips to him and hooks her ankle at the back of his knee – a spot that with his height and how drunk he is, takes him down easily. Hands flatten on the desk as he’s brought to his knee, a brighter grin crossing his face at her sultry reply. And he looks up at her for once, for the first time.
“Mmm, so, is this how you get information?” He rumbles playfully, applying pressure to the desk as he stands once more. “I guarantee it'll work.” He questions, aiming to cover her now, to press her back against the wood with nothing else but his tattooed torso and his words. He’s sure to keep her centered with his hands flat against the desk, ready to grab onto her legs should she try it again.
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.
