SUNJATA
the flood
He wants to comment on the fact that Phoebe and Remi almost had a kid together, but the entirety of that is lost on him as Remi’s hand continues to remain on his horns, feeling the texture of it beneath his fingers, sparking more and more of the electric warmth within him that he nearly falters in the steps he’s taking along the sandy sea.
He struggles even more when Remi’s comfortably able to rest his thigh into Sunjata’s hand, hoisting them both together on their trek back to home though Sunjata’s unsure if they’ll ever make it at this rate. His head ducks a small amount, steel gaze smoldering as he focuses on Remi’s face. The hand at his thigh keeps Remi there – the fevered mind within reminding him to not try and stroke his thumb along it as he goes to clear his throat. “You’re making this very difficult, Remi.” He once again thinks he’s gritting out through clenched teeth, but it comes out in a saccharine hum.
“I don’t think Nate would…” He murmurs, a forked tongue dashing along his lower lip, stopping in his trek there completely once he realizes Remi would probably be able to feel what exactly his hands are doing to him in the form of something hard and aching in his pants – Sunjata trying to recover as much as he can, though unsure how with the way his fevered mind is both embarrassed and wanting to dive into the feeling head first.
He struggles even more when Remi’s comfortably able to rest his thigh into Sunjata’s hand, hoisting them both together on their trek back to home though Sunjata’s unsure if they’ll ever make it at this rate. His head ducks a small amount, steel gaze smoldering as he focuses on Remi’s face. The hand at his thigh keeps Remi there – the fevered mind within reminding him to not try and stroke his thumb along it as he goes to clear his throat. “You’re making this very difficult, Remi.” He once again thinks he’s gritting out through clenched teeth, but it comes out in a saccharine hum.
“I don’t think Nate would…” He murmurs, a forked tongue dashing along his lower lip, stopping in his trek there completely once he realizes Remi would probably be able to feel what exactly his hands are doing to him in the form of something hard and aching in his pants – Sunjata trying to recover as much as he can, though unsure how with the way his fevered mind is both embarrassed and wanting to dive into the feeling head first.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
