SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
The minute the feeling fades, the exhaustion begins to settle in – and while he keeps her close, rocking slowly until eventually they both still, his breath still remains shaky and fast. But he spends a few moments, ignoring it in favor for the kisses she gives him, again and again and again – light and soothing and calm. Only then does he break away, reading his head back against the headboard again, horns clinking against the wood with a small thud sound as he looks at her when she speaks.
He takes a few moments to take slow, long inhales to try and recover his breath – offering her a small ghost of a smirk within the softer smile that blossoms along his face. “I love you too.” He says quietly, hoarsely, only for her to hear – reaching up to brush the hair that’s become wild and tangled, slipping his hands along the top of her head to run his fingers through the silky strands, untangling them the best he can.
And when he’s satisfied, he shifts a small amount, aiming to try and pull her off of him, a soft kiss pressed to her neck – a quiet, unsaid word about getting cleaned up. Already, the absence of her warm body in his arms feels like the snows of Halo in comparison – and so he tries to make it quick before he’s ready to return and blow out the candles on the side of the bed.
He takes a few moments to take slow, long inhales to try and recover his breath – offering her a small ghost of a smirk within the softer smile that blossoms along his face. “I love you too.” He says quietly, hoarsely, only for her to hear – reaching up to brush the hair that’s become wild and tangled, slipping his hands along the top of her head to run his fingers through the silky strands, untangling them the best he can.
And when he’s satisfied, he shifts a small amount, aiming to try and pull her off of him, a soft kiss pressed to her neck – a quiet, unsaid word about getting cleaned up. Already, the absence of her warm body in his arms feels like the snows of Halo in comparison – and so he tries to make it quick before he’s ready to return and blow out the candles on the side of the bed.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
