hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
Her hands run through his hair, along his trembling wings. He slows to nearly a stop when he hears her words, wings flaring until they droop slightly, as if he’s become some kind of fallen angel, blanketed across her. His hand smooths along the skin of her thigh, drifting up to run through sweat dried golden strands, humming light against the mark she leaves against her throat. “Where would I go?” He asks softly, a touch playfully, from his hoarse accented throat.
He obliges her, though, not moving an inch away from her as he drapes his weight across her, the side of his head pressing against her skin lightly, letting the tension in his muscles leak out, remaining exactly as he had been a few moments prior with her, content to remain there for as long as she’d like.
He obliges her, though, not moving an inch away from her as he drapes his weight across her, the side of his head pressing against her skin lightly, letting the tension in his muscles leak out, remaining exactly as he had been a few moments prior with her, content to remain there for as long as she’d like.
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.
