maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
It’s unlike any place he’s ever been to before, unlike any he’ll be to again. And for now? His focus is entirely on her — the feel of her lips, of her body pressed and anchored against him, the feel of her hands as they roam across his skin. Her whisper and arch of her body have his eyes focused intensely on her, keeping the wings and shuddering when she lifts his hand to her lips. The claw is revealed, horns spiral from his skull, sharp fanged teeth of the cobra appear in a flash of a smirk with hazy, smoldering steel that watches her intently.
And his hand is lowering, the ink of black against pale white has his hands twitching, the prompt given by the whisper against the shell of his ear. And it’s so hard for him to restrain himself, tugging up that dress with that sharp claw, forming the rest of his fingers into sharp points and clawing through the fabric until her skin is revealed. He shudders further in breath and spine, trying to surge toward her neck to kiss and give attention to, the other hand trailing from her waist up her hip and side, slipping up further to cup and palm at her breast. He burns for her, evident in the way the wings tremble against her spine, the way his hips wish to press further against her.
And his hand is lowering, the ink of black against pale white has his hands twitching, the prompt given by the whisper against the shell of his ear. And it’s so hard for him to restrain himself, tugging up that dress with that sharp claw, forming the rest of his fingers into sharp points and clawing through the fabric until her skin is revealed. He shudders further in breath and spine, trying to surge toward her neck to kiss and give attention to, the other hand trailing from her waist up her hip and side, slipping up further to cup and palm at her breast. He burns for her, evident in the way the wings tremble against her spine, the way his hips wish to press further against 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.
