no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
The sandwich has him immediately giving into the warmth he receives both from the rockery beneath him and the man above him, loosening the sore muscles that have been there since he can remember. The growl of approval and Sunjata’s own sudden switch into grappling hands and a sudden hunger are more than enough of a distraction that he gives in, readjusting his legs to better make space for the Ancient between them.
His skin is revealed, all scars and tattoos and marks left behind of so many lives lived, and all he can do is tilt his chin up as the words are rumbled against his throat, a shiver racing down his spine with a surprised sigh as warmth encompasses him again. “More than enough.” He rumbles, a hand digging into the Ancient’s shoulder while the other rises to blonde hair, fingertips running along the horn he finds there while his own clack against the stone as he tilts his head back more.
His skin is revealed, all scars and tattoos and marks left behind of so many lives lived, and all he can do is tilt his chin up as the words are rumbled against his throat, a shiver racing down his spine with a surprised sigh as warmth encompasses him again. “More than enough.” He rumbles, a hand digging into the Ancient’s shoulder while the other rises to blonde hair, fingertips running along the horn he finds there while his own clack against the stone as he tilts his head back more.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
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.
