save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
There’s the hesitation, and he knows why there might be. But once more, he’s been in the unfortunate habit of getting trapped, untrapped, trapped again by labels and terms and official titles that it was enough to make his head spin. All he wanted was to explore what the world had brought him – and if he hadn’t had the chance, he wouldn’t have met Maea that one fateful day that she arrived in the VlamVloed with a small spark of hope, of starting over.
If he hadn’t consistently been looking for some sort of outlet, at the very least. And now? Now he doesn’t feel the need to – sure Nate is there, but the man doesn’t know him like Maea does, doesn’t know the details to why he is the way he is just yet. Doesn’t know the jealousy that had lingered and brimmed within him when Nate had been the one to spark those feelings within the pale woman in his arms.
At least he had accomplished that, and with it the jealousy had died away. He isn’t entirely sure why he had those feelings in the first place, but they were there, lining beneath the surface as his head and lips brush against her shoulder, and her own pressed against his. He hears her answer, and his only response is a quiet understanding. Love. And it did terrify him, deep down where few things did.
So the only response he can give her is a series of kisses along her neck, along her jaw, hands trailing and pulling her to where she can lay along his chest, to straddle him and keep her as close as he possibly can.
If he hadn’t consistently been looking for some sort of outlet, at the very least. And now? Now he doesn’t feel the need to – sure Nate is there, but the man doesn’t know him like Maea does, doesn’t know the details to why he is the way he is just yet. Doesn’t know the jealousy that had lingered and brimmed within him when Nate had been the one to spark those feelings within the pale woman in his arms.
At least he had accomplished that, and with it the jealousy had died away. He isn’t entirely sure why he had those feelings in the first place, but they were there, lining beneath the surface as his head and lips brush against her shoulder, and her own pressed against his. He hears her answer, and his only response is a quiet understanding. Love. And it did terrify him, deep down where few things did.
So the only response he can give her is a series of kisses along her neck, along her jaw, hands trailing and pulling her to where she can lay along his chest, to straddle him and keep her as close as he possibly can.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
