SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She gets comfortable and he manages to remove the towels, leaving her laying bare before him – and his gaze takes her in perhaps a bit greedily before he finds her breath already having picked up a small amount. He goes to move himself gently onto the bed as well, kneeling before her, hovering above her as he plants both hands on either side of her to kiss her gently and soft – and just like he’d said, not needing her to lift a finger.
His attention trails downward, however, aiming to part her legs for him, as tender and gentle as he can in the hopes that the insides of her thighs and legs weren’t as bruised or as painful as the outsides were. Perhaps he could distract her from the pain of them enough, as well… But he lowers himself to press a gentle kiss to her knee, to the inside of her thigh if she’s worked with him to part them.
His other hand trails gently from her side, avoiding the bruising the best that he can, aiming to rest at her hip for the moment like it had when they’d been in the shower – gaze flickering up to peer at her from this position, trying to gather what she might think of it, if she might understand now what he means.
His attention trails downward, however, aiming to part her legs for him, as tender and gentle as he can in the hopes that the insides of her thighs and legs weren’t as bruised or as painful as the outsides were. Perhaps he could distract her from the pain of them enough, as well… But he lowers himself to press a gentle kiss to her knee, to the inside of her thigh if she’s worked with him to part them.
His other hand trails gently from her side, avoiding the bruising the best that he can, aiming to rest at her hip for the moment like it had when they’d been in the shower – gaze flickering up to peer at her from this position, trying to gather what she might think of it, if she might understand now what he means.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
