hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
She remains half astride him and he debates between indulging a little more, peering up at her with that hidden surprise and the flush he tries desperately to keep hidden away and fails to do so. So he decides instead to hum a deep purr of a laugh, wings rustling as his hand lifts to run along her thigh, along the bruises he’d put there and has no right to be as proud of the claim as he is.
“So much less sand.” He agrees with a small smirk, eyes lifting to her face as his thumb presses over the thumb print he’d left, as a perfect fit. “Softer blankets. Pillows.” Some semblance of back support, which he doesn’t voice because as he thinks it, it certainly seems the least sexy thing he could say. So he doesn’t. And instead angles his face to peer at her with the peach, wondering if she’d let it drip down her chin as she had before, only to fall onto him.
“So much less sand.” He agrees with a small smirk, eyes lifting to her face as his thumb presses over the thumb print he’d left, as a perfect fit. “Softer blankets. Pillows.” Some semblance of back support, which he doesn’t voice because as he thinks it, it certainly seems the least sexy thing he could say. So he doesn’t. And instead angles his face to peer at her with the peach, wondering if she’d let it drip down her chin as she had before, only to fall onto him.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
