// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
“Oh.” Comes the repeated comment of earlier, deflation in his shoulders dropping them ever so slightly as she continues, their steps slower. “So that’s what Wessex meant when we left Stormbreak.” Pieces falling back together, one’s that had been full of confusion and puzzle pieces that didn’t quite fit but such that Sunjata wasn’t going to question it. He has enough on his plate than to figure out the why’s and how’s of everyone else’s relationships.
What he doesn’t expect is to be stopped completely despite how slow their steps have become, her hand at his collar tugging him down and down into her lips. There’s a hesitation at first, but he knows he’s told her of his quest, he knows that she knows it’s his own typical type of coping, and she’s instigated it despite everything else going on. So the least he can do is give back, pressing into the kiss with a soft little huff as he turns to her more fully, arms wrapping around her lower back.
He breaks the kiss to search her gaze, reading between the lines. “Are you sure?” He asks her, wanting to make sure that this is what she wants him to do for her. He won’t complain in the slightest either way.
What he doesn’t expect is to be stopped completely despite how slow their steps have become, her hand at his collar tugging him down and down into her lips. There’s a hesitation at first, but he knows he’s told her of his quest, he knows that she knows it’s his own typical type of coping, and she’s instigated it despite everything else going on. So the least he can do is give back, pressing into the kiss with a soft little huff as he turns to her more fully, arms wrapping around her lower back.
He breaks the kiss to search her gaze, reading between the lines. “Are you sure?” He asks her, wanting to make sure that this is what she wants him to do for her. He won’t complain in the slightest either way.
some princes don't become kings
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.
