the sea speaks a little more honestly
He’s tugged closer until he’s essentially pinned Finn against the door – already a bit too drunk to realize that Finn hasn’t quite unlocked the door. But that’s rectified quickly, Sunjata slipping in with Finn’s help, the tugs to him, casting a quick calculating gaze around the room with the lanterns, trying to determine how different yet similar it is to the Madame’s flat. But he doesn’t get too long to look, not as Finn’s words reach him, as he’s drawn closer.
His arms move to wrap around Finn, pulled down easily into the kiss, their lips colliding with one another’s as Sunjata tries to remain acutely aware of exactly what his plan originally was. To forget, right? To loosen up? Well, the alcohol is already doing a good job of that – a flush to Sunjata’s skin beneath the shirt he wears. He walks Finn back to the bed, fingers tugging at the clothes that bind Finn as he deepens the kiss, only to break away with a playful smirk. “How about the scars, hm?” He asks with amusement, pausing in his movements once the back of Finn’s legs have met the bed, to move to slip his shirt off.
And there in the center sits the constellation tattoo, above his chest cavity, his arms swathed in starry tattoos that shimmer and move across his skin so slowly it's almost easy to miss. And from underneath the constellation, pink lightning scars branch toward his heart, flowing along his right shoulder, down his right arm, to the hand.
Unluckily for Finn, however, the myriad of scars that cover his neck and collarbone are distinctly silvery, fanglike, and there are so many of them.
His arms move to wrap around Finn, pulled down easily into the kiss, their lips colliding with one another’s as Sunjata tries to remain acutely aware of exactly what his plan originally was. To forget, right? To loosen up? Well, the alcohol is already doing a good job of that – a flush to Sunjata’s skin beneath the shirt he wears. He walks Finn back to the bed, fingers tugging at the clothes that bind Finn as he deepens the kiss, only to break away with a playful smirk. “How about the scars, hm?” He asks with amusement, pausing in his movements once the back of Finn’s legs have met the bed, to move to slip his shirt off.
And there in the center sits the constellation tattoo, above his chest cavity, his arms swathed in starry tattoos that shimmer and move across his skin so slowly it's almost easy to miss. And from underneath the constellation, pink lightning scars branch toward his heart, flowing along his right shoulder, down his right arm, to the hand.
Unluckily for Finn, however, the myriad of scars that cover his neck and collarbone are distinctly silvery, fanglike, and there are so many of them.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
