maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
“Here I am.” He rumbles, voice hoarse with desire and want, glancing briefly to where the dress falls into a pooling wind of moonlight. He doesn’t get long to look, not as her hand runs along his cheek, grabbing the base of the horn that has him instinctively inhaling a sharp breath, the slight lurch of his hips that he tries to control. It’s futile, really, as his wings tremble in their restraint and the muscles within him tense, poised and ready as if prepared to launch the second she’s ready.
His other hand cups her breast, his head nestling in against her neck and pressing kisses there, tentatively dragging the sharp edges of his teeth along her starlit skin, shuddering a hot breath against her. He pulls away when her hand travels, his thumb brushing by her nipple as he watches her hand turn to claws too, as he spies her brilliantly wicked smile, one that’s reflected in a playful, easy smirk of his own. “And there you are.” Beautiful and magnificent, sharp and deadly, featherlight and incredible. She’s the creator of the stars, the galaxies, and he swirls in her orbit — hers as she had intended.
The claw swipes down with ease, like a blade cutting through air, and the relief from the release of fabric has goosebumps rising up his spine, another hot breath leaving him as that clawed hand of his own lifts to tangle in her hair, keeping her close as his wings close in, as his desperation in just how hard he is, is suddenly seen. A momentary lapse in his mind has his gruff voice speaking Korofi, that hand in her hair tugging lightly to try and capture her gaze, before he can capture her lips again. “jy is wonderlik, Safrin.”
jy is wonderlik — you are magnificent
His other hand cups her breast, his head nestling in against her neck and pressing kisses there, tentatively dragging the sharp edges of his teeth along her starlit skin, shuddering a hot breath against her. He pulls away when her hand travels, his thumb brushing by her nipple as he watches her hand turn to claws too, as he spies her brilliantly wicked smile, one that’s reflected in a playful, easy smirk of his own. “And there you are.” Beautiful and magnificent, sharp and deadly, featherlight and incredible. She’s the creator of the stars, the galaxies, and he swirls in her orbit — hers as she had intended.
The claw swipes down with ease, like a blade cutting through air, and the relief from the release of fabric has goosebumps rising up his spine, another hot breath leaving him as that clawed hand of his own lifts to tangle in her hair, keeping her close as his wings close in, as his desperation in just how hard he is, is suddenly seen. A momentary lapse in his mind has his gruff voice speaking Korofi, that hand in her hair tugging lightly to try and capture her gaze, before he can capture her lips again. “jy is wonderlik, Safrin.”
jy is wonderlik — you are magnificent
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.
