// 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 smiles into the giddiness he draws from her, into the softness that he tries to emulate from Nate to give her in the time of his absence. And for a moment, he thinks it works, fingers running gently along her skin, a huff of a breathy laugh at her challenge as he turns to face her fully with a soft smile, a gleam of that cherished cockiness in his gaze that she seeks. “Of course I can, Ru.” He hums without an air of doubt in his tone.
Her arms drape around his shoulders and his wrap around her waist to keep her close as he catches his breath, the rise and fall of his chest like a drum beat of his heart within. She leans in to kiss him and he obliges, pressing back against her with gentleness as he recovers, humming lightly into the kiss as her fingers find the base of a horn, a hiss of sensitivity. She presses up against him, his hand splaying out along the small of her back, pressing her in while the other runs along through her hair, his kisses traveling along her jaw to the soft space beneath her ear where he plants a sharp but pleasant mark.
An apology is nuzzled back toward her lips, a soft edge to his smile as he peers at her when he pulls away a fraction.
Her arms drape around his shoulders and his wrap around her waist to keep her close as he catches his breath, the rise and fall of his chest like a drum beat of his heart within. She leans in to kiss him and he obliges, pressing back against her with gentleness as he recovers, humming lightly into the kiss as her fingers find the base of a horn, a hiss of sensitivity. She presses up against him, his hand splaying out along the small of her back, pressing her in while the other runs along through her hair, his kisses traveling along her jaw to the soft space beneath her ear where he plants a sharp but pleasant mark.
An apology is nuzzled back toward her lips, a soft edge to his smile as he peers at her when he pulls away a fraction.
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.
