right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He is very much aware of the way her fingers dance along his skin, of the way they trace along his scars and tattoos, beneath the fabric of his shirt that’s bunched up in places. Her hands find his collarbone and his gaze is leaving her, debating whether or not this is a good idea – whether or not he should let her continue this pursuit. But then she’s readjusting a bit in his grip, his arm still around her as her leg slips between his, as her breath rakes warmly across his skin.
“He certainly is.” Sunjata agrees softly, pausing to run his tongue along his lower lip, listening as she continues, feeling as her nose presses against his skin. “That sounds plausible.” He tacks on, distracted – because of course he is – before his head is tilting back toward her where she rests against his chest.
He pauses for a moment, watching for a second longer. “Maeve? It’s a quiet rumble, a quiet question of sorts of whether she knows what she’s doing and if it’s intentional, a rumble of confusion given the circumstances.
“He certainly is.” Sunjata agrees softly, pausing to run his tongue along his lower lip, listening as she continues, feeling as her nose presses against his skin. “That sounds plausible.” He tacks on, distracted – because of course he is – before his head is tilting back toward her where she rests against his chest.
He pauses for a moment, watching for a second longer. “Maeve? It’s a quiet rumble, a quiet question of sorts of whether she knows what she’s doing and if it’s intentional, a rumble of confusion given the circumstances.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
