I'm about to cause a damn ruckus
It’s a demand, playful, not so playful in the tone she uses. And paired with the way she’s already straddling his lap, the last thing he intends to do is not continue this dance. Her arms wrap around his neck and shoulders and his wings spread to not press into the rock behind them too much, his own arms moving from resting by her face to trail along her shoulders and down to wrap around her waist as his head tilts up as she continues to touch and explore, giving her the ability to fully inspect his face and the freckles that adorn his cheeks.
Her question sparks a breathy laugh from him, a crooked smile that dances mainly on the scarred half of his face, a permanent smile gnarled into his skin. “Yes.” He pauses, squinting up at her playfully. “I’ve always been a furnace.” He continues, fingers trailing along her skin above her hips, moving up and down her spine in languid strokes.
Her question sparks a breathy laugh from him, a crooked smile that dances mainly on the scarred half of his face, a permanent smile gnarled into his skin. “Yes.” He pauses, squinting up at her playfully. “I’ve always been a furnace.” He continues, fingers trailing along her skin above her hips, moving up and down her spine in languid strokes.
the flood
How you bleed when you bleed nothing?
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.
