// 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 //
He can’t help the soft snort that leaves his nose, the amusement that drifts along his face with her statement. “Ah, but you know how I love that.” He offers her with a slight tilt of his head, that crooked grin on his face remaining all the same as her hands drift along his skin, along tattoos and new scars, the bump and raise of lightning scars he had gotten just before she’d left that travel up and leave pink lines along the right side of his chest encroaching his heart.
But he doesn’t back down from her, when has he? He’s a glutton for punishment, quite evident this entire time regardless of whatever kind of façade he puts on. “Of course I would. What fun is there otherwise?” He replies, leaning back almost as if he’s surprised to hear those words leave her lips. But his wings flare and his arms tighten around her despite the cool chill that creeps in.
They open up a bit more at her comment, at the way she straightens up and her fingers tangle in his hair, his steel gaze peering up at her with a raise of his brow. “Oh? There’s boundaries now?” He replies to her, reaching up along her spine to tangle his fingers into her own blonde hair, giving her just as playful of a tug back before his hand is trailing down her spine again toward her hips.
But he doesn’t back down from her, when has he? He’s a glutton for punishment, quite evident this entire time regardless of whatever kind of façade he puts on. “Of course I would. What fun is there otherwise?” He replies, leaning back almost as if he’s surprised to hear those words leave her lips. But his wings flare and his arms tighten around her despite the cool chill that creeps in.
They open up a bit more at her comment, at the way she straightens up and her fingers tangle in his hair, his steel gaze peering up at her with a raise of his brow. “Oh? There’s boundaries now?” He replies to her, reaching up along her spine to tangle his fingers into her own blonde hair, giving her just as playful of a tug back before his hand is trailing down her spine again toward her hips.
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.
