first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
He’s taken aback a small amount by how similar this position is to back home. He lets the wooden dagger drop, to flatten his hand along her back as she leans into his touch. His thumb strokes her cheekbone gently, and he spends the moment trying to catch his own breath. The glimmer in his gaze only lighting further with her acceptance of it, and it’s a reflection of how he’d been once upon a time.
Only then, it had been rebellion skirmishes, for him and Lusea to land in this very same position in the aftermath. His hand on her cheek, along her back, holding her tight while she beams her feral delight to him. The reflection almost makes him slightly weak in the knees, but he recovers enough to focus on her pale, snow white hair, to the water and glasses he’d set out, before letting himself look at her again, his sleeveless shirt sticking to him with the slick sheen of sweat from the heat.
“It is fun.” He hums, breathless with his own delight at how proud she is. “And you’re picking it up quickly.” He adds, giving her a wolfish yet proud smile back down at her, not able to find it in himself to let her go just yet. Just a few more moments, reflecting, reliving, forgetting the recent events, back when he was better.
Only then, it had been rebellion skirmishes, for him and Lusea to land in this very same position in the aftermath. His hand on her cheek, along her back, holding her tight while she beams her feral delight to him. The reflection almost makes him slightly weak in the knees, but he recovers enough to focus on her pale, snow white hair, to the water and glasses he’d set out, before letting himself look at her again, his sleeveless shirt sticking to him with the slick sheen of sweat from the heat.
“It is fun.” He hums, breathless with his own delight at how proud she is. “And you’re picking it up quickly.” He adds, giving her a wolfish yet proud smile back down at her, not able to find it in himself to let her go just yet. Just a few more moments, reflecting, reliving, forgetting the recent events, back when he was better.
up high, but i stay low
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.
