SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He’d never tire of the way her fingers drag through his hair, the way she chooses to touch just as he did to her. And as he lowers himself to her, to spread her legs with some part hesitation, he tries to make up for the briefest bit of surprise as he kisses her knee and the inside of her thigh. The hand at her hip withdraws as well, to stroke lazily up the inside of her other thigh as his gaze lifts to meet hers, seeing the flush that only ignites the briefest smirk to his face.
His name on her lips is wary, almost questioning. And he tilts his head so his cheek brushes against the inside of her thigh as he raises a brow to her. “Yes..?” A quiet question in response, though its mostly rhetorical on his end. He absolutely is, and it’s clear in the way that he doesn’t wait for a response from her as he goes to kiss her thigh again, his other hand trailing up a bit higher, trying to see what kind of reaction he can get from her as she realizes what he wants to do.
The very same smolder is in his gaze, how he hadn’t really been able to worship her in this way before – because of beaches, Halo snow, and tragedy. But gods how he wants to right now, with a proper bed, to help her forget about her bruised and battered body. His hand continues to trace their lazy circles upwards, ever closer as do his lips.
His name on her lips is wary, almost questioning. And he tilts his head so his cheek brushes against the inside of her thigh as he raises a brow to her. “Yes..?” A quiet question in response, though its mostly rhetorical on his end. He absolutely is, and it’s clear in the way that he doesn’t wait for a response from her as he goes to kiss her thigh again, his other hand trailing up a bit higher, trying to see what kind of reaction he can get from her as she realizes what he wants to do.
The very same smolder is in his gaze, how he hadn’t really been able to worship her in this way before – because of beaches, Halo snow, and tragedy. But gods how he wants to right now, with a proper bed, to help her forget about her bruised and battered body. His hand continues to trace their lazy circles upwards, ever closer as do his lips.
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.
