hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
He supposes its fair. He’s always been an ally to the Ascended, always been that link between old and new, even when he followed Safrin and it had torn his heart in two, when his love and fear of losing Nate had brought him a bargain he was stupid to take. But here he is. Still alive somehow despite it all. “Yeah.” He starts to deflate somewhat, until her hand is cupping his jaw and his shirt starts to unbutton.
He raises that scarred eyebrow at her again as she denies answering him, and while he tries to get her to elaborate, he fails as she leans in to break the distance, the distraction in her lips that has his hand at her thigh tightening slightly, as if to hold onto her in case she disappeared. He presses back into the kiss, shifting to sit up more fully with her in his lap, wings still flexed and out, tips of his feathers dragging against the bed. His other hand finds her other thigh, pulling away from the kiss slightly. “Not even an inkling?” He asks, breathy and slightly hoarse, the taste of peaches on his tongue.
He raises that scarred eyebrow at her again as she denies answering him, and while he tries to get her to elaborate, he fails as she leans in to break the distance, the distraction in her lips that has his hand at her thigh tightening slightly, as if to hold onto her in case she disappeared. He presses back into the kiss, shifting to sit up more fully with her in his lap, wings still flexed and out, tips of his feathers dragging against the bed. His other hand finds her other thigh, pulling away from the kiss slightly. “Not even an inkling?” He asks, breathy and slightly hoarse, the taste of peaches on his tongue.
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.
