hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
He isn’t gone. And it’s something that certainly needs reminding when he’s exhausted and frustrated and feels like a ghost walking the halls. It’s why he’d asked Frey to help with this, to give him something to focus on rather than the emptiness holed up inside him. Even as Isla tells him that she’s glad she can count on him, does Sunjata find the pure honesty in it, the edge of her smile when he dives in to kiss her, her arms wrapping around his neck again as he flattens against her.
The movement, of course, with how they hadn’t parted since their roll in the sheets, sparks the flush on his skin again. But Sunjata doesn’t stop the kiss in the realization of it, instead, keeping up with it if only to let it convey the things he couldn’t say. The things he wouldn’t say. He simply presses more against her, wings still draped, still wrapped around her with his arms shifting to loop under her own to rest flattened against her shoulder blades. Only then does he pull away, a soft little nip to her bottom lip, chest slightly heaving from the need for breath. “You can always count on me.” He decides to say instead, skirting around anything else, the steel of his gaze shifting away from the confliction into a sharper edge once more.
The movement, of course, with how they hadn’t parted since their roll in the sheets, sparks the flush on his skin again. But Sunjata doesn’t stop the kiss in the realization of it, instead, keeping up with it if only to let it convey the things he couldn’t say. The things he wouldn’t say. He simply presses more against her, wings still draped, still wrapped around her with his arms shifting to loop under her own to rest flattened against her shoulder blades. Only then does he pull away, a soft little nip to her bottom lip, chest slightly heaving from the need for breath. “You can always count on me.” He decides to say instead, skirting around anything else, the steel of his gaze shifting away from the confliction into a sharper edge once more.
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.
