first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
He can feel the goosebumps cross over her skin, and it flares within him as she presses back against it slowly – his claws flexing slightly to poke and yet not draw blood. But she questions him as he leans back into her wooden dagger, and he listens with that same delighted wicked smile along his face, head tilting slightly as she moves her fingers along his back, goosebumps rising in their wake as well.
Her comment and the quickness of where she places the dagger to his throat causes a deep rumble of a breathy chuckle to leave him, pride blossoming from her advantage, though his fingers tighten in her hair ever so slightly. She steps up on her tiptoes to do… Something, he’s not entirely sure what at first, but he watches her with a predatory intent as she enacts it. And then there’s lips at his neck, and his claws immediately disappear on the hand at her back, curling until his nails scrape gently against her skin.
“Mmm…” A cross between a purr and a growl. He tilts his head into the dagger at his throat with a smirk. “You know, I’ve been in this position before.” He offers her – wondering if she notices where the scar on his neck sits, that it sits directly under where she’d pressed the fake dagger, where Sunjata had pushed against the guards and sliced himself open once upon a time. But he tilts his head back toward her, angling it down in the hopes of capturing her lips with his own before she retreats, the hand tangled to cradle the back of her head lowering until his thumb can rub against the softness of her neck.
Her comment and the quickness of where she places the dagger to his throat causes a deep rumble of a breathy chuckle to leave him, pride blossoming from her advantage, though his fingers tighten in her hair ever so slightly. She steps up on her tiptoes to do… Something, he’s not entirely sure what at first, but he watches her with a predatory intent as she enacts it. And then there’s lips at his neck, and his claws immediately disappear on the hand at her back, curling until his nails scrape gently against her skin.
“Mmm…” A cross between a purr and a growl. He tilts his head into the dagger at his throat with a smirk. “You know, I’ve been in this position before.” He offers her – wondering if she notices where the scar on his neck sits, that it sits directly under where she’d pressed the fake dagger, where Sunjata had pushed against the guards and sliced himself open once upon a time. But he tilts his head back toward her, angling it down in the hopes of capturing her lips with his own before she retreats, the hand tangled to cradle the back of her head lowering until his thumb can rub against the softness of her neck.
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.
