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
His hand trails through her hair when he breaks the kiss, moving down to smooth along her shoulders, the moment soon coming to a halt despite how their bodies start to stick together with sweat. Her fingers settle on his neck, through the short hair found there, before her hand moves along those wings that have finally stopped their trembling, but that stretch when she strokes along the sensitive skin.
As she relaxes and melts against him and gasps, he does much the same, body tensing momentarily as a quiet grumble leaves him, one that turns into a soft breathy laugh. Precisely about the time she presses a kiss to one of the spiraled horns and he presses his stubbled face in against her neck. ”Careful.” A little small warning that if they stay like this and move too much more, it might spark that flame again. Despite his warning, he noses his way in to press a soft kiss to her neck, keeping his arms tight around her.
As she relaxes and melts against him and gasps, he does much the same, body tensing momentarily as a quiet grumble leaves him, one that turns into a soft breathy laugh. Precisely about the time she presses a kiss to one of the spiraled horns and he presses his stubbled face in against her neck. ”Careful.” A little small warning that if they stay like this and move too much more, it might spark that flame again. Despite his warning, he noses his way in to press a soft kiss to her neck, keeping his arms tight around her.
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.
