maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
She presses against the talon and he watches as the bubbling and slow drip of a shimmery sort runs down her neck, a shiver running down his spine with the hues of blues and purples and greens he finds there. But his gaze lifts, dark and swirling with desire and appreciation with the words that leave her next. Leathery wings with sharp talons expand and heave, ruffled by the breath she draws in that's cool against his neck and shoulders. And so he asks, because he has to. She is divine and beautiful and everything he’d ever dreamed she’d be.
And then she stills, Sunjata shifting on his feet a small amount in delight, shivering as she suddenly launches and they’re tangled up in each other again, and he’s burning in more ways than one. It pulls the breath from his lungs as he’s flooded with pain, pleasure, a vibrancy that feels so at odds he has no idea entirely how to react other than to sink and stand simultaneously, to cling to her despite being unable to. He feels the mark in his bones, against his chest, feels it placed there as she had come close to when he’d attuned, and then suddenly she’s away from him again. Her hand meets his chest, inking marks there that he has no hope of understanding, other than it brings him closer to the constellations on her skin. And that is enough.
It’s enough that when the words leave her lips, his gaze is dark and his pupils are blown, the predatory desire he’d kept on a leash so tightly snapping suddenly. “I am yours.” He echoes, hoarse and guttural, breathless. And then he surges for her, reaching for that arm to pull her back to him, to crash his body against hers. “And you are mine.” He growls, suddenly quite handsy, surging for her neck to caress with bites and marks, hoisting her up against him and drawing his wings in tightly around them so she might have something to lean back against. He presses against her and aims his hips to fit in perfectly with hers, unable to keep himself restrained any longer.
And then she stills, Sunjata shifting on his feet a small amount in delight, shivering as she suddenly launches and they’re tangled up in each other again, and he’s burning in more ways than one. It pulls the breath from his lungs as he’s flooded with pain, pleasure, a vibrancy that feels so at odds he has no idea entirely how to react other than to sink and stand simultaneously, to cling to her despite being unable to. He feels the mark in his bones, against his chest, feels it placed there as she had come close to when he’d attuned, and then suddenly she’s away from him again. Her hand meets his chest, inking marks there that he has no hope of understanding, other than it brings him closer to the constellations on her skin. And that is enough.
It’s enough that when the words leave her lips, his gaze is dark and his pupils are blown, the predatory desire he’d kept on a leash so tightly snapping suddenly. “I am yours.” He echoes, hoarse and guttural, breathless. And then he surges for her, reaching for that arm to pull her back to him, to crash his body against hers. “And you are mine.” He growls, suddenly quite handsy, surging for her neck to caress with bites and marks, hoisting her up against him and drawing his wings in tightly around them so she might have something to lean back against. He presses against her and aims his hips to fit in perfectly with hers, unable to keep himself restrained any longer.
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.
