// 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 //
There’s a sigh that leaves him at her initial comment, accompanied with the kiss to the corner of his smile. “I won’t tell.” He rumbles, a hint of amusement in his tone that has him peering up and meeting her bi-toned gaze, Nate’s own eyes having taken a turn like this bringing a pang of longing to his gut once again. So he focuses on the jesting to push away his worry for the moment, hoping that it lasts long enough to make a difference.
His lips part, completely prepared to butt into her statement, but he doesn’t say anything until she finishes, a huff of amusement managing to leave his throat as he shakes his head slightly. “Exactly that.” He manages, letting the curl of his lips form a slight smirk as she isn’t deterred by the way his wings move and the way his hands do, to tug at her hair before running along her spine.
As for fairness, his head tilts this way and that, tattooed shoulders shrugging lightly under her hands before she’s snapping her teeth in front of his nose and he wiggles it for good measure, letting his gaze peer back at her. “Who said anything about a problem?” This is said with complete confidence, head leaning toward hers to brush his nose by hers. “You’ll find that Nate keeps me on my back quite regularly.” He teases her lightly, breath stuttering for a moment at the trail her nails take and he pulls his head away from hers, looking relatively smug as his hands drift to her hips, to run his fingers along her legs.
His lips part, completely prepared to butt into her statement, but he doesn’t say anything until she finishes, a huff of amusement managing to leave his throat as he shakes his head slightly. “Exactly that.” He manages, letting the curl of his lips form a slight smirk as she isn’t deterred by the way his wings move and the way his hands do, to tug at her hair before running along her spine.
As for fairness, his head tilts this way and that, tattooed shoulders shrugging lightly under her hands before she’s snapping her teeth in front of his nose and he wiggles it for good measure, letting his gaze peer back at her. “Who said anything about a problem?” This is said with complete confidence, head leaning toward hers to brush his nose by hers. “You’ll find that Nate keeps me on my back quite regularly.” He teases her lightly, breath stuttering for a moment at the trail her nails take and he pulls his head away from hers, looking relatively smug as his hands drift to her hips, to run his fingers along her legs.
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.
