now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
She considers him, and he wouldn’t blame her if she decided not to. But it wasn’t him that had overstepped any boundaries, wasn’t him that brought up any of the hard conversation they’d just had briefly. The least he could do was help her feel a little less lonely, keeping those boundaries in place. And when she gives in, he raises his arm to tuck her in close beside him as she curls up against him. His body warm, pulse solid and calm, pulling the blankets up ever so slightly as he leans his head against hers gently.
“So tell me about how the boys have been adjusting.” He suggests, a conversation that didn’t have the effect on him that some of the others might. A conversation to keep him awake, because at this rate he’s exhausted, and with her next to him he’s not sure how long he’ll last if they don’t talk about anything.
“So tell me about how the boys have been adjusting.” He suggests, a conversation that didn’t have the effect on him that some of the others might. A conversation to keep him awake, because at this rate he’s exhausted, and with her next to him he’s not sure how long he’ll last if they don’t talk about anything.
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.
