maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
With her presence, all thoughts of everything else depart from his mind. He can’t remember why he’d doubted her, not when she’d been the one that had only ever treated him well. The only brief flickerings of wariness of her in his mind had come from stories, from events he wasn’t a part of. It was second hand knowledge, gossip in a sort, and when had he ever been one to lean on those? So he banishes the thoughts, easily swept up in all of her. Her tongue dances along her lower lip as his finger draws lazy circles. Her words reach him and he shakes his head, as if it didn’t matter, as if he’s realized now it had never mattered.
He’s so distracted that the hand that wraps around his wrist and pulls his hand away almost jars him, wings flexing and his horned head tilting slightly, feathers on his shoulders flexing. “There’s nothing—” He cuts off with a shuddering growl as her fingers brush along the tip of his cock, and the flush courses along his neck and cheeks. “Nothing to forgive, Safrin.” He recovers, the best he can, his one hand traveling to her hip and the clawed one dragging up along her curves to her neck, dragging a claw along the column there. If anything, he should be the one asking for forgiveness. It’s that which has him wait, has his restraint in an iron fist from taking her now.
He’s not in any position with that train of thought to make demands or requests, but he tries anyway. “Ek wil jou hê.” He breathes, pressing her against him, tangling that clawed hand in her hair from where he’d dragged it along her neck. He leans down, a breath away from her lips, a hint of playfulness overcoming him as he offers her a sharp smirk. His wings pulling from the softness of the Pegasus for the dragons' leathery wings, the clawed tips of them sharp where the light reflects off the points. “Mark me.” And let me mark you too.
He’s so distracted that the hand that wraps around his wrist and pulls his hand away almost jars him, wings flexing and his horned head tilting slightly, feathers on his shoulders flexing. “There’s nothing—” He cuts off with a shuddering growl as her fingers brush along the tip of his cock, and the flush courses along his neck and cheeks. “Nothing to forgive, Safrin.” He recovers, the best he can, his one hand traveling to her hip and the clawed one dragging up along her curves to her neck, dragging a claw along the column there. If anything, he should be the one asking for forgiveness. It’s that which has him wait, has his restraint in an iron fist from taking her now.
He’s not in any position with that train of thought to make demands or requests, but he tries anyway. “Ek wil jou hê.” He breathes, pressing her against him, tangling that clawed hand in her hair from where he’d dragged it along her neck. He leans down, a breath away from her lips, a hint of playfulness overcoming him as he offers her a sharp smirk. His wings pulling from the softness of the Pegasus for the dragons' leathery wings, the clawed tips of them sharp where the light reflects off the points. “Mark me.” And let me mark you too.
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.
