the sea speaks a little more honestly
The consistent sparks behind his gaze only add to it when the tether snaps, a shuddering roll of his spine and stuttering of his hips, and he’s not entirely sure whether it’s been a long amount of time or a short amount of time by the time Finn is draping himself across the Flood. He tries to wrap his mind through the afterglow, hands rising to rest against Finn’s back in idle strokes as the drugs continue to pour through his veins and mind.
The kiss to his skin and the hands that trail along specific tattoos have him focusing a bit more, tilting his horned head back as he regains his breath. “Safrin gave me them.” He begins, before he finds it in him to be able to move back a little, to tug Finn with him until his back and head can rest against the headboard. “She gave me the sleeves first. I’d already started on one but she finished them. The stars move.” He lifts one of his arms to look at the stars within them, watching them subtly shift.
“I got the constellation when we conceived my daughter.” He pauses, chewing on the inside of his ruined cheek, blown pupils focusing on Finn as if to ask if that was enough or if he wanted more.
The kiss to his skin and the hands that trail along specific tattoos have him focusing a bit more, tilting his horned head back as he regains his breath. “Safrin gave me them.” He begins, before he finds it in him to be able to move back a little, to tug Finn with him until his back and head can rest against the headboard. “She gave me the sleeves first. I’d already started on one but she finished them. The stars move.” He lifts one of his arms to look at the stars within them, watching them subtly shift.
“I got the constellation when we conceived my daughter.” He pauses, chewing on the inside of his ruined cheek, blown pupils focusing on Finn as if to ask if that was enough or if he wanted more.
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.
