SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
A hum of a laugh leaves him at her retort, shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug. It was true, she has been stealing his warmth for a while now. So he lets that conversation die in favor for running the soap along her skin, along her neck and shoulders, mind torn between here and everything else that has happened in the last few weeks. Her comment of his tub has him smirking lightly, head tilting back a fraction as he considers it. “It’s a soaking tub. I have two of them.” He murmurs as she steps away to rinse off and he follows suit shortly after.
The water runs along his head, dripping along his horns and pooling in the ridges and curves, before it finally begins to run down his body. “Helps to relax if ever given a chance to.” Which was partially why they’d ensured one was on this side of the home, given that it was the business sector.
After a moment, though, his gaze lifts to watch her run the soap along Safrin’s tattoo, as he also runs the soap along his neck and shoulders, hissing slightly each time his hand runs over the marks left behind from her. His muscles are taut and tense as Maeve would soon find out, and it would take likely a lot of work before the knots ran out. For the moment, though, it feels nice and he relishes in it, running some of the soap through his hair and horns before tilting his chin back into the stream of the shower to rinse himself off.
The water runs along his head, dripping along his horns and pooling in the ridges and curves, before it finally begins to run down his body. “Helps to relax if ever given a chance to.” Which was partially why they’d ensured one was on this side of the home, given that it was the business sector.
After a moment, though, his gaze lifts to watch her run the soap along Safrin’s tattoo, as he also runs the soap along his neck and shoulders, hissing slightly each time his hand runs over the marks left behind from her. His muscles are taut and tense as Maeve would soon find out, and it would take likely a lot of work before the knots ran out. For the moment, though, it feels nice and he relishes in it, running some of the soap through his hair and horns before tilting his chin back into the stream of the shower to rinse himself off.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
