// 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 //
The idea that spirals in his head that she offers has a red flare occurring along the back of his neck, the rogue smirk crossing his face as he considers it. “Now that is an idea.” He murmurs wistfully, just in time to capture her lips and taste the iron, the blood from him that has his claws drawing a small amount from her too. The soft moan that leaves her has him swallowing against the hold on his throat she has, his hands drifting lower to her backside, shifting back into his normal fingers.
His head tilts back a fraction, that smirk remaining as he eyes her, feels the way she writhes against him and the promise that lies therein. “Good.” He hums, strained ever so slightly against the hand at his throat, hands pressing her hips against his as he rolls his hips up against her again, pressing his hardness against her, pulling down at the clothes that separate them with a fair amount of greediness. It’s clear she can see what he’s doing to him, the flush, the distraction, the hazy smolder in his grey eyes.
His head tilts back a fraction, that smirk remaining as he eyes her, feels the way she writhes against him and the promise that lies therein. “Good.” He hums, strained ever so slightly against the hand at his throat, hands pressing her hips against his as he rolls his hips up against her again, pressing his hardness against her, pulling down at the clothes that separate them with a fair amount of greediness. It’s clear she can see what he’s doing to him, the flush, the distraction, the hazy smolder in his grey eyes.
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.
