now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
They had both crossed lines, it seems. No sooner do the words leave his mouth, does he focus on her form as she slips her boots on and returns to him, hand raised as she slaps him hard across his face. This time it was pointed, and for a moment he recalls Lusea doing the same thing, heart twisting and adjusting in his chest as he shakes his head and focuses on her again — a predatory stillness to his gaze.
“There’s that fire.” He rumbles to her back, reaching up to rub at his aching temple and his now red cheek. “Did it feel good? Did it relieve some of your frustration?” He asks, taking a step toward her. “Should try it more often.” His lip curls into a smirk, though there’s that shadow to his eye, the shadow of his features, as though her actions have reminded him of a ghost.
“There’s that fire.” He rumbles to her back, reaching up to rub at his aching temple and his now red cheek. “Did it feel good? Did it relieve some of your frustration?” He asks, taking a step toward her. “Should try it more often.” His lip curls into a smirk, though there’s that shadow to his eye, the shadow of his features, as though her actions have reminded him of a ghost.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
