Breathe in now, do what you can
He hasn’t lost any of his shifts in the change to becoming Frey’s, and it’s with that feline shift under his skin that his head tilts into the hand she runs through his hair. His gaze remains on her the entire time, it only drops when his hands find her skin, find new tattoos beneath them that draw his attention. His fingers move to trace them curiously, following along the swell and curve of her body, before the steel gaze flickers back up to her. “This is new.” He hums, considering it before he moves on, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her closer to him, so close that his breath can be felt along her skin.
“Mm, I could, but it's far less fun without all my extra perks.” He says, peering up at her before he lifts a hand to the bra she wears, deftly undoing it so that she might shrug out of it. “That’s alright, though. You get a view into the version I was when I first arrived.” When he had been accepted like her, with little more to himself but the opportunity to turn into anything else, be it Ascended or Attuned. And they both knew how that turned out.
Doesn’t matter much now, though, because as she stands there mostly bare before him, he summons his magic too — running little tendrils of water along her sides, like little fingers that spread up and up to her chest. “A little different though. A bit more powerful.” It comes as a purr, a smirk as he watches her.
“Mm, I could, but it's far less fun without all my extra perks.” He says, peering up at her before he lifts a hand to the bra she wears, deftly undoing it so that she might shrug out of it. “That’s alright, though. You get a view into the version I was when I first arrived.” When he had been accepted like her, with little more to himself but the opportunity to turn into anything else, be it Ascended or Attuned. And they both knew how that turned out.
Doesn’t matter much now, though, because as she stands there mostly bare before him, he summons his magic too — running little tendrils of water along her sides, like little fingers that spread up and up to her chest. “A little different though. A bit more powerful.” It comes as a purr, a smirk as he watches her.
the flood
And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
