// a reminder, ready when you find her, i repress the iridescence of a fire
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //
won't you mind him, steady when you find him, i confess the incandescence of a dyin' light //
Amun shouldn’t be surprised by that at all. And yet, Sunjata still nears, reaching up with claw tipped hands to grasp the potter’s face, claws pressing lightly against his cheeks. And he watches, as the potter tilts his head into his hand, watching and waiting, listening for the words that slip from the other man’s lips, waiting for something to make sense and yet not make sense.
Fluid drips onto his hand and he wonders if it’s liquid metal – that if he tore apart Amun all he would find would be a silvery sheen of warmth. But the man before him isn’t warm to the touch, something that greatly disappoints the Flood.
It’s almost like slow motion as Amun’s head drifts further, a kiss pressed to his palm, a bit closer to his wrist, veins hidden by black tattoos with stars within that shift with his heartbeat.
And then Amun bites.
Fluid drips onto his hand and he wonders if it’s liquid metal – that if he tore apart Amun all he would find would be a silvery sheen of warmth. But the man before him isn’t warm to the touch, something that greatly disappoints the Flood.
It’s almost like slow motion as Amun’s head drifts further, a kiss pressed to his palm, a bit closer to his wrist, veins hidden by black tattoos with stars within that shift with his heartbeat.
And then Amun bites.
- And then he feels warmth and overwhelmed all the same.
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.
