// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
“Oh yes.” Sunjata responds swiftly, giving her space as she takes in the sensation even as his own heartbeat begins to quicken, as the flush to his cheeks heightens the steel of his gaze, as it seems to show off his freckles in the low light all that much more. It’s a sweet scent for him within this room, one that’s melded and mixed with everything and nothing all the same and he wonders, if he knew of his new passive magic, whether this is what it was like. Constantly changing for those around.
Regardless, though, he finds himself focusing on her, on the golden hair, the way he’s pretty certain her height is similar to Lusea’s (a blessing where he doesn’t have to bend so far), and when she looks back at him as she leans against the door frame he finds he can’t quite keep that smirk from crossing his face as he regards her in return. “I certainly have no complaints.” He murmurs, taking a step closer to rest a hand on the doorframe above her head, crowding into her space.
He doesn’t make any further movements, giving her the choice to continue with it – because he’s nothing if not consensual (given how many times he’d been taken advantage of before), but he does find himself scanning her face as if he’s searching for something. Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn’t. But it does appear as though he finds it when his gaze lifts to her face and the scar spanning a corner of his face twitches up into a more gentle smile from the smirk that had sat there before. “What would you like me to do?” He asks her, because this is for her as much as it is for him, but Sunjata can be whatever the Wraith needs him to be. He wants her to enjoy it, after all.
It's after that question leaves his lips that he seems to notice something in the edge of his peripheral, his attention flickering over toward it to find absolutely nothing there - perhaps his mind is playing tricks on him, but he's thankful that the power of the room overwhelms the senses of worrying about it or reading too much into it, allowing his gaze to flicker back to Wessex with the raise of his scarred brow.
Regardless, though, he finds himself focusing on her, on the golden hair, the way he’s pretty certain her height is similar to Lusea’s (a blessing where he doesn’t have to bend so far), and when she looks back at him as she leans against the door frame he finds he can’t quite keep that smirk from crossing his face as he regards her in return. “I certainly have no complaints.” He murmurs, taking a step closer to rest a hand on the doorframe above her head, crowding into her space.
He doesn’t make any further movements, giving her the choice to continue with it – because he’s nothing if not consensual (given how many times he’d been taken advantage of before), but he does find himself scanning her face as if he’s searching for something. Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn’t. But it does appear as though he finds it when his gaze lifts to her face and the scar spanning a corner of his face twitches up into a more gentle smile from the smirk that had sat there before. “What would you like me to do?” He asks her, because this is for her as much as it is for him, but Sunjata can be whatever the Wraith needs him to be. He wants her to enjoy it, after all.
It's after that question leaves his lips that he seems to notice something in the edge of his peripheral, his attention flickering over toward it to find absolutely nothing there - perhaps his mind is playing tricks on him, but he's thankful that the power of the room overwhelms the senses of worrying about it or reading too much into it, allowing his gaze to flicker back to Wessex with the raise of his scarred brow.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
