hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
It is entirely for show, because while one hand is busy keeping her pinned in a circlet of his own making around her wrists, his free hand trails along her side, the outside of her thighs that tighten around his waist with a soft huff of a hot breath against her neck as he placed new marks over old, making more of those very noticeable, vivid claims — even if he couldn’t announce it more than simply telling onlookers that she’s not on the menu.
His menu, perhaps.
Of course, her words breeze through him and he laughs, a dark velveteen purr against her neck as he rises back toward her face again, fingers tugging along her sun dress to hitch it up further, as if revealing the truth to her words when he presses his hips against her, the pressure behind the cage of his pants visible. Teasing her by keeping himself wrapped up, but also driving himself slowly insane for the relief. “You’re not sorry.” He flashes her a wicked, knowing smirk.
His menu, perhaps.
Of course, her words breeze through him and he laughs, a dark velveteen purr against her neck as he rises back toward her face again, fingers tugging along her sun dress to hitch it up further, as if revealing the truth to her words when he presses his hips against her, the pressure behind the cage of his pants visible. Teasing her by keeping himself wrapped up, but also driving himself slowly insane for the relief. “You’re not sorry.” He flashes her a wicked, knowing smirk.
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.
