// 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 //
She can explore all she likes, though the more she fiddles with the horn the quicker he begins to overcome his sensitivities. He’s content to continue to wait it out, however, with her in his lap and his arms draped around her, fingers rubbing soft circles into the small of her back. The mark is placed beneath her ear, a matching one to the one left on his skin, the apology nuzzled back toward her lips with a quiet hum of a laugh. “Of course.” He agrees, letting the half crooked smile cross his face in a soft boyish fashion.
He pulls away a bit more, letting his breaths even out as one hand raises to her hair, to run his fingers through the blonde tresses until they drift down her back, exposing the rest of her neck to him. “I don’t imagine you have any complaints.” A dark brow is raised her way, before he’s leaning in and pressing kisses along her collarbone, stubbles cheek nuzzling in against her neck. “I missed you.” He manages, quieter, softer, hidden away by her skin and the path he paves along it.
He pulls away a bit more, letting his breaths even out as one hand raises to her hair, to run his fingers through the blonde tresses until they drift down her back, exposing the rest of her neck to him. “I don’t imagine you have any complaints.” A dark brow is raised her way, before he’s leaning in and pressing kisses along her collarbone, stubbles cheek nuzzling in against her neck. “I missed you.” He manages, quieter, softer, hidden away by her skin and the path he paves along it.
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.
