// 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 //
It is a surprisingly vulnerable admission from the Wraith, but luckily Sunjata doesn’t pay too much attention to it – especially given that she’s moving and taunting him in turn. It’s a comfortable sensation, one that Sunjata has always quickly found he thrives in. One hand seeking out her body, to touch and drag nails or claws, whatever else he decides along her pale and scarred skin, even as she presses against his sternum, where a tattoo had once sat before it had been burned.
Now all that sits there is the creeping lines of lightning scars that drift toward his heart, the tattoo of an arrow wreathed in flame over his left pectoral, and right underneath that same one? The etching of an NW that’s very clearly in the sharp edges of Nate’s handwriting.
His other arm still works to keep him propped enough, to give him some amount of movement to rock his hips into her when she’s finally prepared, growls and groans leaving his lips as she rides him and he matches her rhythm to keep driving himself into that spot she’s so quickly requested. He doesn’t stop, instead his hand rises to her hair, threading through the blonde locks as he aims to not get so wrapped up in the feel of her that it sends him over the edge before her.
This is mostly for her after all. So he continues to try and keep himself at bay, trying to push her right over the edge, moaning little words of encouragement as he does so.
Now all that sits there is the creeping lines of lightning scars that drift toward his heart, the tattoo of an arrow wreathed in flame over his left pectoral, and right underneath that same one? The etching of an NW that’s very clearly in the sharp edges of Nate’s handwriting.
His other arm still works to keep him propped enough, to give him some amount of movement to rock his hips into her when she’s finally prepared, growls and groans leaving his lips as she rides him and he matches her rhythm to keep driving himself into that spot she’s so quickly requested. He doesn’t stop, instead his hand rises to her hair, threading through the blonde locks as he aims to not get so wrapped up in the feel of her that it sends him over the edge before her.
This is mostly for her after all. So he continues to try and keep himself at bay, trying to push her right over the edge, moaning little words of encouragement as he does so.
// 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.
