// 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 //
Sunjata takes a steadying breath as well, one that has him withdrawing further and drawing up to his full height again, letting the cool air of Flowerbirth wash over his tattooed and flushed skin, trying his best to get himself sorted back right. A clawed hand rises to tear through his hair, to rub at his jaw, drawing a raised line of red from where a talon pressed in. “It isn’t that I don’t want to. It just... It isn’t a good time right now.” He says gently, clearing his throat to try and keep that simmering lust from his eyes when he peers back down at her.
“Let’s get you back to the Halenani. I need to go home to my husband and wife.” He speaks now as if to distract himself, to remind him what awaits him at home (before that begins to fall apart too), and he turns his attention to the path taken, regaining his self control and pulling at his shifts until it’s simply skin and bone that stands before her, his wings gone, his arm offered to her, tattooed waves within galaxies that flicker faintly to match the sky above.
He doesn’t look at her, though, peering down the pathway ahead, watching and waiting for the possibility of anything crossing their path before they get to their destination.
“Let’s get you back to the Halenani. I need to go home to my husband and wife.” He speaks now as if to distract himself, to remind him what awaits him at home (before that begins to fall apart too), and he turns his attention to the path taken, regaining his self control and pulling at his shifts until it’s simply skin and bone that stands before her, his wings gone, his arm offered to her, tattooed waves within galaxies that flicker faintly to match the sky above.
He doesn’t look at her, though, peering down the pathway ahead, watching and waiting for the possibility of anything crossing their path before they get to their destination.
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.
