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
As she nips at his thumb, a playful smirk blooms on his face, his skin continuing to flush along his neck and cheeks to the tips of his ears, a shiver raking down his spine as her voice permeates the air between them. All it sparks is a growl of appreciation from him, having never been much of a talker. It’s appreciated regardless, though, grows his ego far more than he cares to admit, and rather than speaking with his words, he chooses to speak with actions in bed.
Which only adds to it as she grips onto a spiraled horn, his wings trembling hard with a jerk before his hips snap, as if out of his control before he takes control over himself again. The hand remains at her cheek, drifting up toward her temple, fingertips threading through her moonlit hair toward her own horn, shifting slightly as she picks up her speed and he pulls himself up to meet her, hand still between them covering her own as he interlaces their fingers and their torsos press against each other.
He tugs on her blonde hair, nosing his way into the opposite side for a kiss to her jaw, a kiss to her neck.
Which only adds to it as she grips onto a spiraled horn, his wings trembling hard with a jerk before his hips snap, as if out of his control before he takes control over himself again. The hand remains at her cheek, drifting up toward her temple, fingertips threading through her moonlit hair toward her own horn, shifting slightly as she picks up her speed and he pulls himself up to meet her, hand still between them covering her own as he interlaces their fingers and their torsos press against each other.
He tugs on her blonde hair, nosing his way into the opposite side for a kiss to her jaw, a kiss to her neck.
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.
