// 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 //
“That we will.” He hums, aiming for the facade of normalcy but finding it a bit difficult to get to. As for a new office, he does huff a quiet sound, shifting a bit as his clawed fingers continue to rove along her skin gently. “There’s a whole wing for that.” He pauses, letting a half smile manage to curl the corner of his lips, pushing away the sadness at Nate being gone the best he can. “The desk is a decent place for a fuck.” He informs her, a hint of a matter of fact tone leaving his lips.
But he draws silent as she moves around within his grasp, the claws digging in and dragging to leave little red marks in their wake. But he doesn’t expect what comes next, wings flaring a fraction as she bites down over a mark that was there previously, a sharp sound leaving his lips. “Ah—” He manages, having been taken by surprise. A good surprise, of course, as Hotaru tilts his head to meet her lips and he obliges, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss, claws drifting down to press into her hips, unable to keep his hips from rolling against her. But he pulls away, nipping at her lower lip, casting a shadowed and smoldering gaze down at her. “Let’s get reacquainted, shall we?” He purrs, referencing what she had spoken of before he’d darkened the conversation with his moods.
But he draws silent as she moves around within his grasp, the claws digging in and dragging to leave little red marks in their wake. But he doesn’t expect what comes next, wings flaring a fraction as she bites down over a mark that was there previously, a sharp sound leaving his lips. “Ah—” He manages, having been taken by surprise. A good surprise, of course, as Hotaru tilts his head to meet her lips and he obliges, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss, claws drifting down to press into her hips, unable to keep his hips from rolling against her. But he pulls away, nipping at her lower lip, casting a shadowed and smoldering gaze down at her. “Let’s get reacquainted, shall we?” He purrs, referencing what she had spoken of before he’d darkened the conversation with his moods.
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.
