// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
It’s comforting to know that he can still pull out these little surprises of his own despite being surrounded by one of her own. So he whirls, picks her up, hums his own chuckles alongside her startled yip and laughter that leaves her in turn. But he gets her precisely where he wants her, laying her down against the blankets as she effectively blocks his annoying spurt of kisses, and when she links her hands behind his neck and toys with the soft short hair she finds there, he pulls back just enough to look down at her to hear what her plans were.
And he knew that she’d have some, even if the night was to go on however long they wished. No deadline, just goals to reach. So he settles comfortably, still blotting out the sky in her view, placing himself dead and center, all steel eyes and freckles and tousled dark hair with grey strands peeking through. “I hope you remember how bad of a cook I am.” He teases her softly, letting another hum of a laugh leave his chest, before his head tilts slightly when she mentions the surprise for the night and his gaze shifts a bit more playfully suspicious. “And you’re going to make me wait?” He feigns the whine in his tone, all for the dramatics before he pushes up and pulls her with him with how her arms are locked behind his neck, situating them so that she can settle in his lap.
He watches the reflection of the fire flicker across her face, reaching up to tug a rogue strand of blonde behind her ear, focusing back on her dual toned eyes at the mention of ideas. “Maybe we should pick some of the options to stick on the fire and you can tell me your ideas while they cook?” He asks, giving in and leaning into her to press a softer kiss to her jaw.
And he knew that she’d have some, even if the night was to go on however long they wished. No deadline, just goals to reach. So he settles comfortably, still blotting out the sky in her view, placing himself dead and center, all steel eyes and freckles and tousled dark hair with grey strands peeking through. “I hope you remember how bad of a cook I am.” He teases her softly, letting another hum of a laugh leave his chest, before his head tilts slightly when she mentions the surprise for the night and his gaze shifts a bit more playfully suspicious. “And you’re going to make me wait?” He feigns the whine in his tone, all for the dramatics before he pushes up and pulls her with him with how her arms are locked behind his neck, situating them so that she can settle in his lap.
He watches the reflection of the fire flicker across her face, reaching up to tug a rogue strand of blonde behind her ear, focusing back on her dual toned eyes at the mention of ideas. “Maybe we should pick some of the options to stick on the fire and you can tell me your ideas while they cook?” He asks, giving in and leaning into her to press a softer kiss to her jaw.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you 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.
