hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
It might be what he’s into. At this very moment, at least. Though it isn’t like the Flood has shied away from more visible affairs. Right now, though, settling as her leg shifts to fit his hand perfectly has a hungry spark flaring in the steel of his eyes, a predatory focus intent on her face. “I’m supposed to visit these places and determine any safety issues. Not sure how I’m supposed to visit that specifically.” He admits with a huff of a laugh.
Her touch along his shoulders have his head angling slightly, tilting away as if to give her more space to explore along the scars and ink embedded in his skin. “What kind of furs?” He asks with a small crooked smirk, keeping his wing right where it is, but his hand continues to move along the perfect fit of her leg, a gentle stroking motion to mimic the one that runs along his shoulder.
Her touch along his shoulders have his head angling slightly, tilting away as if to give her more space to explore along the scars and ink embedded in his skin. “What kind of furs?” He asks with a small crooked smirk, keeping his wing right where it is, but his hand continues to move along the perfect fit of her leg, a gentle stroking motion to mimic the one that runs along his shoulder.
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.
