maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
She corrects him and he gives a shallow dip of his head in a nod – trying to think of it in a different way, even if it feels like it’s wrong, like he should have thought about it for longer than he has. Sunjata’s always been an impulsive man, though, so it truly comes as no surprise that his agreement is made this quickly – mulling it over as much as he can.
And he throws himself into it head first, the agreement from Safrin all that he needs. He can dwell on it later, on the implications of it all. For now, though, it all becomes a blur – a fog, far off in the distance and all he can think about is his goddess. She’s there, a brilliance in his arms against the shadows he’d always seemed to be. Without the pain of his body and the soreness of it all, without the thought of Nate and Hotaru and his family, without the thought of his obligations weighing down on him… He’s consumed by her.
“Yes?” He breathes as he focuses in on her when she says his name, his hand still tangled in her hair. The instruction is clear and one he’s always so desperately wanted to do. She doesn’t have to ask twice, hand tightening in her hair as he breaks whatever short distance is between them and kisses her. It’s like fire and electricity that zips through him, that melts him instantly to everything about her, suddenly finding himself pressing against her as she consumes his every thought.
And he throws himself into it head first, the agreement from Safrin all that he needs. He can dwell on it later, on the implications of it all. For now, though, it all becomes a blur – a fog, far off in the distance and all he can think about is his goddess. She’s there, a brilliance in his arms against the shadows he’d always seemed to be. Without the pain of his body and the soreness of it all, without the thought of Nate and Hotaru and his family, without the thought of his obligations weighing down on him… He’s consumed by her.
“Yes?” He breathes as he focuses in on her when she says his name, his hand still tangled in her hair. The instruction is clear and one he’s always so desperately wanted to do. She doesn’t have to ask twice, hand tightening in her hair as he breaks whatever short distance is between them and kisses her. It’s like fire and electricity that zips through him, that melts him instantly to everything about her, suddenly finding himself pressing against her as she consumes his every thought.
maybe i'll cope with life without hope
maybe i'll open the door and fall through the floor
SuNJATA
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.
