SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
There’s something softer in this moment, rather than the times they’ve done this before. Those moments felt more like desperation as he’s faced with the gentleness of her lips against hers, his hand remaining at her hip as she straddles his lap, as he makes some minor adjustments leaning into the kiss more that might make it easier for him to remain as he is.
Her hand runs through his hair and her other arm loops around his neck while Sunjata’s hand continues to cup her cheek, tangling in her blonde hair enough that his fingertips can run along the smooth material of the horn that sprouts there. And when they part, his chest rises and falls faster than before, trying to capture some of his breath while his hand withdraws from her momentarily for her to slip out of the ivory dress she’s worn. “Flora was right, you know.” He pauses as he looks up at her from the small space between them. “You are gorgeous.”
He’s quick to give in to her as she presses against him craving his warmth, his head pushing in against her neck and collarbone where he can leave a trail of tender kisses as he lifts the hem of his shirt, brushing against the skin of her stomach and up toward her breasts as he pulls his own shirt off and tosses it into the corner alongside her own, hands finding the small of her back to press her against the hard muscle of his torso while his lips find her collarbone.
Her hand runs through his hair and her other arm loops around his neck while Sunjata’s hand continues to cup her cheek, tangling in her blonde hair enough that his fingertips can run along the smooth material of the horn that sprouts there. And when they part, his chest rises and falls faster than before, trying to capture some of his breath while his hand withdraws from her momentarily for her to slip out of the ivory dress she’s worn. “Flora was right, you know.” He pauses as he looks up at her from the small space between them. “You are gorgeous.”
He’s quick to give in to her as she presses against him craving his warmth, his head pushing in against her neck and collarbone where he can leave a trail of tender kisses as he lifts the hem of his shirt, brushing against the skin of her stomach and up toward her breasts as he pulls his own shirt off and tosses it into the corner alongside her own, hands finding the small of her back to press her against the hard muscle of his torso while his lips find her collarbone.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
