// 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 //
There are hands on him, he doesn’t know how many. But from what he can tell, it feels like a lot. They trail and make marks and patterns within his own blood, and Sunjata watches as he wavers on his feet, keeping close to Amun despite the way the potter looks as if he’s priming him up for a midnight snack. The hands trail down and leave fire in their wake, his body reacting accordingly, his eyes watching Amun as he meets his own.
They cannot share. He knows this. He knows this.
And yet.
“And yet you say I am the devil when you stand here as a creature of the stars.” It’s a breathy purr, he doesn’t know how close his face is to Amun’s, but he swears he can feel the potters nose brush against his.
They cannot share. He knows this. He knows this.
And yet.
- And yet.
“And yet you say I am the devil when you stand here as a creature of the stars.” It’s a breathy purr, he doesn’t know how close his face is to Amun’s, but he swears he can feel the potters nose brush against his.
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.
