first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
“Among other things?” He questions, fingers pausing in their stroking along her middle, before they continue and he’s relaxing a fraction more, pulling her with him. As for the stairs being short in comparison, he hums a quiet laugh, head tilting into the nuzzling she gives his cheek, before he shakes his head. “I’ve had worse.” Almost everything else in Korofi had been worse from him nearly giving himself a concussion. At least he’d learned quickly here that things were built shorter.
She squeezes his hand and talks of her past, pulling his arm around her to squeeze her tight to him, and he does it easily. The hand stroking patterns around her middle moves to connect around her too, drawing her in tight. “Hmm.” He rumbles quietly, in both thought and sorrow as to the story she tells. Despite how much his father wanted him dead, at least Shaju called him his name. “Maeve is a beautiful name.” He finally decides, giving her a light squeeze as silence overtakes them and it’s all he can do to focus on them and not fall asleep in the warmth of the tub.
Her laughter bubbles out of her and it draws him a bit more attentive, her lips finding his jaw. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” He murmurs with a soft laugh as she pulls him down into a kiss, pressing their lips together in one that Sunjata deepens a fraction, chasing the distraction of his past before he lets too many things slip, before he ruins the mood.
She squeezes his hand and talks of her past, pulling his arm around her to squeeze her tight to him, and he does it easily. The hand stroking patterns around her middle moves to connect around her too, drawing her in tight. “Hmm.” He rumbles quietly, in both thought and sorrow as to the story she tells. Despite how much his father wanted him dead, at least Shaju called him his name. “Maeve is a beautiful name.” He finally decides, giving her a light squeeze as silence overtakes them and it’s all he can do to focus on them and not fall asleep in the warmth of the tub.
Her laughter bubbles out of her and it draws him a bit more attentive, her lips finding his jaw. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” He murmurs with a soft laugh as she pulls him down into a kiss, pressing their lips together in one that Sunjata deepens a fraction, chasing the distraction of his past before he lets too many things slip, before he ruins the mood.
up high, but i stay low
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.
