// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
For a moment he tries to think about all the beds he’s been in, which had cling to him when he’d left, but the names blur out in his mind and all he can think about are the ones that had wanted more out of it. But for a quick fuck? To let off some steam? He wrinkles his nose slightly as he shakes his head, the dangled earrings dancing over his shoulder with the movements.
She shifts ever so slightly before Haai is departing, and he knows what she’s doing — he plays along for the moment of course, but from there he isn’t sure what exactly he wants. “Rugged, huh?” He half mumbles, working his jaw as the ghost of that smirk remains, raising his gaze from where Haai departs back to her as she readjusts in a position that mimics his in a way. But she answers his question, the slight dig for more information, and Sunjata can’t help the slight gleam of appreciation in his gaze.
A bit of playfulness shines there too, the Flood leaning in just a fraction so that his hand can come up, can brush against her jaw, to tilt her head up as he leans forward as if going in for a kiss before he pauses just before. “Jewels I can do.” He breathes across her lips, before the playfulness returns tenfold and he’s dropping his hand from her, pulling away from the space between them and attaining some distance. “Provided I show up.” A fanged smirk is sent her way, accompanied with a wink as he begins to push himself back up onto his knees to stand, the soreness of his bones making it a fraction more difficult and less smooth and swift than he’d like.
She shifts ever so slightly before Haai is departing, and he knows what she’s doing — he plays along for the moment of course, but from there he isn’t sure what exactly he wants. “Rugged, huh?” He half mumbles, working his jaw as the ghost of that smirk remains, raising his gaze from where Haai departs back to her as she readjusts in a position that mimics his in a way. But she answers his question, the slight dig for more information, and Sunjata can’t help the slight gleam of appreciation in his gaze.
A bit of playfulness shines there too, the Flood leaning in just a fraction so that his hand can come up, can brush against her jaw, to tilt her head up as he leans forward as if going in for a kiss before he pauses just before. “Jewels I can do.” He breathes across her lips, before the playfulness returns tenfold and he’s dropping his hand from her, pulling away from the space between them and attaining some distance. “Provided I show up.” A fanged smirk is sent her way, accompanied with a wink as he begins to push himself back up onto his knees to stand, the soreness of his bones making it a fraction more difficult and less smooth and swift than he’d like.
some princes don't become kings
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.
