SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
It’s all a mess, really, but Sunjata’s driving into it. Each driving thrust met with the bucking of Jack’s hips, his hand slowing momentarily along with each thrust as Jack tears his head away and the Flood is left panting over Jack’s shoulder, a mark left under his ear in Nate’s typical space, something Sunjata typically tries to avoid, but he’s too far gone into it now to care. “Again.” Comes the rough demand, the electricity sparking, burning in his pause.
But he recovers, growling low and approvingly as those wings flex again, as they tremble just the same as Sunjata’s legs with the pressure building. Sparks alight him internally, bare shoulders now shifting to the navy of his bird shift, flitting through his inked tattoos there, another sensation for Jack to ignite within him and keep him burning until the wave crests.
But he recovers, growling low and approvingly as those wings flex again, as they tremble just the same as Sunjata’s legs with the pressure building. Sparks alight him internally, bare shoulders now shifting to the navy of his bird shift, flitting through his inked tattoos there, another sensation for Jack to ignite within him and keep him burning until the wave crests.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
