SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
“Only when I’m in Halo which is few and far between.” He offers, placing the key on the desk for Neron to keep. Sunjata’s got spares back in Torchline. For now, however, they have the other end of the deal to uphold and Sunjata remains — ever the picture of patience as Neron makes his way over.
A nod is granted to the comment of marking territory, some amusement found at that, before Neron’s hand is on the side of his neck and Sunjata instinctively takes a deep sharp breath. It’s different, a bite to the neck that isn’t Nate. Is it his first? Wessex had bit his wrist and Sunjata had quietly simmered until they departed.
Fangs sink in and Sunjata’s legs tremble with holding up his weight as the pleasure slips through him, the hand supporting him at the desk shifting to claws to dig into the wood while the other (yes, still clawed) reaches for Neron to tug him closer. His heart thunders in his chest, a growl slipping from his throat, hips instinctively pressing toward Neron as he burns. “Ah, fuck.” He manages within the growl, wondering absently if it’s different because this man isn’t Nate, doesn’t have that attachment, if instead of love it’s far more lust and he’s not sure he wants it to end so soon.
A nod is granted to the comment of marking territory, some amusement found at that, before Neron’s hand is on the side of his neck and Sunjata instinctively takes a deep sharp breath. It’s different, a bite to the neck that isn’t Nate. Is it his first? Wessex had bit his wrist and Sunjata had quietly simmered until they departed.
Fangs sink in and Sunjata’s legs tremble with holding up his weight as the pleasure slips through him, the hand supporting him at the desk shifting to claws to dig into the wood while the other (yes, still clawed) reaches for Neron to tug him closer. His heart thunders in his chest, a growl slipping from his throat, hips instinctively pressing toward Neron as he burns. “Ah, fuck.” He manages within the growl, wondering absently if it’s different because this man isn’t Nate, doesn’t have that attachment, if instead of love it’s far more lust and he’s not sure he wants it to end so soon.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
