first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
“Clearly.” He quips back, smirking against the way she rolls her eyes at him. It’s amusing to him, this banter, this back and forth. Even more so when she claims she could kick his ass despite her size. A dark brow arches in his amusement, lips curling a bit more playful as he considers her. “Maeve, sweetheart, I find that incredibly difficult to believe.” He manages a soft laugh with it this time, one that settles as she nudges her nose against his and he wiggles his nose in response.
“I’d hope you wouldn’t complain.” He retorts with a hum of a wistful sigh, playful of course, as he watches her pull herself away once he’s done rinsing the both of them and she rises from the bath, drying herself off and setting a towel out for him. It takes him a few moments longer to find the will to move, but when he does, he pulls himself up from the water to grab the towel, to start drying himself off as well, before eventually wrapping the towel around his waist.
She brushes her hair and he moves to step beside her, pulling out both of the water drenched earrings that dangled from his ears with the silver of a feather and a blue gem in the middle in order to dry them off, before he’s slipping them back in. “A perfect end.” He agrees, nudging her with an elbow, before he steps away back into the kitchenette, searching for his pants and the box of smokes within.
“I’d hope you wouldn’t complain.” He retorts with a hum of a wistful sigh, playful of course, as he watches her pull herself away once he’s done rinsing the both of them and she rises from the bath, drying herself off and setting a towel out for him. It takes him a few moments longer to find the will to move, but when he does, he pulls himself up from the water to grab the towel, to start drying himself off as well, before eventually wrapping the towel around his waist.
She brushes her hair and he moves to step beside her, pulling out both of the water drenched earrings that dangled from his ears with the silver of a feather and a blue gem in the middle in order to dry them off, before he’s slipping them back in. “A perfect end.” He agrees, nudging her with an elbow, before he steps away back into the kitchenette, searching for his pants and the box of smokes within.
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.
