maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
It’s all he can think about. It’s all he wants to think about. Their tongues dance and the taste of her engulfs him, it makes him wonder why he’d even worried about it in the first place. Without the pain of his injuries, when she slips up into his arms he’s steady, holding her tight against him as if he were to let go and lose her. It’s intoxicating enough that he craves her more, pressing his hips against her as she arches, a hiss of a growl that leaves him with the fabric that separates them.
But she’s right, he does come up for air, readjusting his arms to better support her even if she’s featherlight. The shirt slips off, discarded somewhere though he doesn’t know nor care where. And with that gone? Those wings of his Pegasus shift, soft and tricolored blue as she had made him so long ago expand, flaring outward and curling around to brush along her back, to support her and run those long feathers along her back. It gives him time to run his fingers along her thigh, pulling and hitching up that billowing white gown of hers, a flicker of want to simply tear it off that he restrains. And he dives in again, a need for his lips to be on hers, a need for his hands to roam and explore her.
But she’s right, he does come up for air, readjusting his arms to better support her even if she’s featherlight. The shirt slips off, discarded somewhere though he doesn’t know nor care where. And with that gone? Those wings of his Pegasus shift, soft and tricolored blue as she had made him so long ago expand, flaring outward and curling around to brush along her back, to support her and run those long feathers along her back. It gives him time to run his fingers along her thigh, pulling and hitching up that billowing white gown of hers, a flicker of want to simply tear it off that he restrains. And he dives in again, a need for his lips to be on hers, a need for his hands to roam and explore her.
maybe i'll cope with life without hope
maybe i'll open the door and fall through the floor
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.
