SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
She’s clay to be molded within his touch, melding and becoming something else, something more brazen as he inhales her scent, vibrant and crisp and fresh, tastes the same on his tongue. There’s the briefest hint of a smile along his face as he lifts her, breaking the kiss, hearing her complaint. Not long now, not long as he hoists her up and carries her with him to the waters edge, the cold embrace to extinguish at least a small amount of the fire she feels, only to ignite it once more.
He steps deeper into the water until it reaches Maea, and he can feel her shudder in his grip, mouth and lips along her throat under her ear, and there’s the breathy him of a chuckle that leaves his throat, somewhere deep and husky as he brushes his nose by her ear. “Not for long.” He tells her, shifting slightly to let her kiss along his neck, tilting his horned head the other way to grant her as much room to explore as she wishes, bringing them deeper until they’re like they were before, only this time she’s wrapped around him and his back is to the rocks that had been his cove before. And he lets her go then, to let the water lap over the two of them and chill the burn just enough that there’s some clarity.
Some, until she’s kissing at the vein on his neck and he can’t help the growl of a sound that leaves him as she continues, tasting him and his hand raises back to her hair, lifting his chin lightly to grant her more room, his other hand drifting lower to rest along her hip now, to keep her from drifting away from him, something possessive in the touch. He sinks down enough that one of his horns clicks against the rock, and he straightens out somewhat, half lidded and in a daze as he watches her and lets her do whatever it was she wished.
He steps deeper into the water until it reaches Maea, and he can feel her shudder in his grip, mouth and lips along her throat under her ear, and there’s the breathy him of a chuckle that leaves his throat, somewhere deep and husky as he brushes his nose by her ear. “Not for long.” He tells her, shifting slightly to let her kiss along his neck, tilting his horned head the other way to grant her as much room to explore as she wishes, bringing them deeper until they’re like they were before, only this time she’s wrapped around him and his back is to the rocks that had been his cove before. And he lets her go then, to let the water lap over the two of them and chill the burn just enough that there’s some clarity.
Some, until she’s kissing at the vein on his neck and he can’t help the growl of a sound that leaves him as she continues, tasting him and his hand raises back to her hair, lifting his chin lightly to grant her more room, his other hand drifting lower to rest along her hip now, to keep her from drifting away from him, something possessive in the touch. He sinks down enough that one of his horns clicks against the rock, and he straightens out somewhat, half lidded and in a daze as he watches her and lets her do whatever it was she wished.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
