// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
“Perhaps that’s intentional.” Sunjata responds quickly, pausing to let the alcohol settle in his stomach, to focus on her and explaining his wing, to run his hands through her blonde hair, feeling the sensation of her fingers as they ghost along skin and wing. It trembles for a moment, sensitive and sharp and he can’t help but to take a sharp inhale, fitting it in tightly to his next statement as if it had been intentional. “No, you’re staying here with me.” He rumbles, giving her a brief squeeze before she’s speaking again and flashing a sharp-edged grin his way that has his smile remaining.
He gives her a considering look, a tilt of his head. “I’d say you’d have to try.” His tone is almost matter-of-fact, the edge of his accent dropping just a fraction with the words before her comment of his dog shift do have a huff of a laugh leaving him as she readjusts, facing him in his lap and his arms, peering down at her like she’s a breath of fresh air. “No, no, probably not the dog shift but the dragon makes quite the…” He pauses, as if to consider his words carefully, his head leaning in toward her. “Formidable opponent, wouldn’t you think?”
There’s a raise of his brow with this, the wings flaring slightly to allow more light in, to taunt her playfully with an edge of cool air that drifts in from where his wings have shifted.
He gives her a considering look, a tilt of his head. “I’d say you’d have to try.” His tone is almost matter-of-fact, the edge of his accent dropping just a fraction with the words before her comment of his dog shift do have a huff of a laugh leaving him as she readjusts, facing him in his lap and his arms, peering down at her like she’s a breath of fresh air. “No, no, probably not the dog shift but the dragon makes quite the…” He pauses, as if to consider his words carefully, his head leaning in toward her. “Formidable opponent, wouldn’t you think?”
There’s a raise of his brow with this, the wings flaring slightly to allow more light in, to taunt her playfully with an edge of cool air that drifts in from where his wings have shifted.
dance me to the end of love
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.
