is this heartache we can fix?
in the morning when we wake?
Because you are flame and bright. He begins, amusement flickering through the bond, a dance between them as he follows – her shadow, always following, always there. Because we are born from the stars, and it is there we will return. He suddenly wonders if he’s dying and she’s taking him to the stars, if the hot singing line of her caress prior down his side had been a blade, sunk deep into his side. Is it truly fire he sees surrounding them?
Is it the light at the end? Should he follow it?
No, he follows the body of sparkling stars, of smoke that drifts from the leopard before him. He picks up speed, moving to block her pursuit – head craned to effectively bump his cheek along her side again, to take the stars and try and implement them to his own pelt.
The stars made me.
He yearns to absorb her light, to take –
Is it the light at the end? Should he follow it?
No, he follows the body of sparkling stars, of smoke that drifts from the leopard before him. He picks up speed, moving to block her pursuit – head craned to effectively bump his cheek along her side again, to take the stars and try and implement them to his own pelt.
The stars made me.
You made me.
They made me yours.
He yearns to absorb her light, to take –
- and take –
- and take –
You can be mine too.
when i'm sober, would you stay?
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.
