"please stop you're scaring me" i can't help this awful energy
god damn right, you should be scared of me
“Pretty head, huh?” He rumbles back to her, a mimicked sharpened grin angled back to her. He wonders which of them it could be, but judging by her height… He has to go with the Penumbra. It makes the most sense in his mind, that she’d be aligned with someone like that. Still, he doesn’t comment on it, figuring that it can wait – especially for the trick she’s about to pull on getting him on his knee.
The curtain of hair swings before his face, before he smirks back up at her, catching the eyes that flash wickedly. “Is that so?” It’d work, if he’s being honest. But he stands then, refusing to divulge, to press himself closer and closer and she opens herself up for it. Perched, he settles there following her down just enough that when she tightens her thighs around his hips and whispers, even more of a tease that he can’t help the slight hum at the base of his throat, an almost purring kind of growl is given to her.
And it seems to him that some instincts take over as he nears his head toward hers again, centimeters away, sharing breath and pressing himself that extra bit toward her that she leaves open. He breathes her in, lets her drown him momentarily before he realizes what’s happening – a break in the alcohol induced cloud forming over his thoughts and he pulls back a fraction, as if his body doesn’t want to retract, but his mind is reeling, staggered, brash.
His hand reaches up to brush against her cheek again, leaning in again with a light sigh to press a soft kiss to her cheek, refraining from her lips, refraining from doing what he did once before when Lusea was there and he’d been blighted and drunk. Did the fact she was missing mean anything? The fact it had been nearly two weeks? He hadn’t waited last time –
– Last time she’d been dead.
“You must be very well informed, then.” His accent is thick here, steel eyes with hints of shadows finding their way back in seek out her own, uncertain where to go – not wanting to stop, but wanting to just in case.
The curtain of hair swings before his face, before he smirks back up at her, catching the eyes that flash wickedly. “Is that so?” It’d work, if he’s being honest. But he stands then, refusing to divulge, to press himself closer and closer and she opens herself up for it. Perched, he settles there following her down just enough that when she tightens her thighs around his hips and whispers, even more of a tease that he can’t help the slight hum at the base of his throat, an almost purring kind of growl is given to her.
And it seems to him that some instincts take over as he nears his head toward hers again, centimeters away, sharing breath and pressing himself that extra bit toward her that she leaves open. He breathes her in, lets her drown him momentarily before he realizes what’s happening – a break in the alcohol induced cloud forming over his thoughts and he pulls back a fraction, as if his body doesn’t want to retract, but his mind is reeling, staggered, brash.
His hand reaches up to brush against her cheek again, leaning in again with a light sigh to press a soft kiss to her cheek, refraining from her lips, refraining from doing what he did once before when Lusea was there and he’d been blighted and drunk. Did the fact she was missing mean anything? The fact it had been nearly two weeks? He hadn’t waited last time –
– Last time she’d been dead.
“You must be very well informed, then.” His accent is thick here, steel eyes with hints of shadows finding their way back in seek out her own, uncertain where to go – not wanting to stop, but wanting to just in case.
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.
