// 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 //
The demand sends a shiver down his spine and its immediate as he steps toward her, the two of them still bearing all of their clothes yet Sunjata doesn’t think about that too long. If anything, he’s too far focused on Wessex to think about much else – noticing things he’s never quite noticed before in the dim lamplight of the room with Frey’s magic coursing through the both of them. Her demand, of course, elicits a small huff of laughter from him – because it should have been obvious but Sunjata hadn’t wanted to overstep so soon, hadn’t wanted to dive right in if she wasn’t ready for it.
And so he does, the both of them ignoring the strange illusion in favor for drowning in their respective dour moods with one another instead of focusing too hard on them. He reaches forward, running an exploratory hand along her side, drifting down toward her hip while the other makes an opposite path, starting low and drifting higher, slipping under the shirt she wears to press his calloused fingers against her cool skin.
It takes nothing for her to guide him into a kiss, her hips suddenly pressed against his in a way that she should certainly be able to tell that he does want this, that he does want her too, a pressure and tightness to his pants that's impossible to mistake as he shivers when they essentially sandwich themselves together. It’s a bit of added strength – the two of them strong, her far stronger than him, but he takes the moment in his own quiet distraction of their lips meeting and exploring to press back against her, hoping to pin her against the wall as he lets his hands continue to wander.
And so he does, the both of them ignoring the strange illusion in favor for drowning in their respective dour moods with one another instead of focusing too hard on them. He reaches forward, running an exploratory hand along her side, drifting down toward her hip while the other makes an opposite path, starting low and drifting higher, slipping under the shirt she wears to press his calloused fingers against her cool skin.
It takes nothing for her to guide him into a kiss, her hips suddenly pressed against his in a way that she should certainly be able to tell that he does want this, that he does want her too, a pressure and tightness to his pants that's impossible to mistake as he shivers when they essentially sandwich themselves together. It’s a bit of added strength – the two of them strong, her far stronger than him, but he takes the moment in his own quiet distraction of their lips meeting and exploring to press back against her, hoping to pin her against the wall as he lets his hands continue to wander.
// 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.
