right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
She’s warm against his skin and he watches her, offering his protests that she replies to with an ‘I won’t tell’ even if that’s not at all reassuring in the slightest. She didn’t have to tell, but he would know, he would know of the rumors that spread. So he works his jaw, even if her hand caresses it, even as she offers her pleas – practically begging at this point.
Her lips find his jaw, brushing against it gently as she flattens herself against him and he can feel every curve of her, even the edge of her heartbeat as he swallows thickly, feeling her mold against him. He pauses, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “Maeve…” He manages with the edge of a whine forming from his throat, as she remains settled right there in his lap, pressed against every part of him.
This isn’t how he planned his evening to go, either, unsure of how to explain it. His hands clutch at the fabric of the couch as if he’s torn between digging claws into the fabric and shredding them versus actually reaching for her to touch her skin. He takes a deep breath, chest rising and pressing back against her. “Is this really what you need?” He asks in a whisper, his gaze starting to simmer.
Her lips find his jaw, brushing against it gently as she flattens herself against him and he can feel every curve of her, even the edge of her heartbeat as he swallows thickly, feeling her mold against him. He pauses, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “Maeve…” He manages with the edge of a whine forming from his throat, as she remains settled right there in his lap, pressed against every part of him.
This isn’t how he planned his evening to go, either, unsure of how to explain it. His hands clutch at the fabric of the couch as if he’s torn between digging claws into the fabric and shredding them versus actually reaching for her to touch her skin. He takes a deep breath, chest rising and pressing back against her. “Is this really what you need?” He asks in a whisper, his gaze starting to simmer.
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.
