save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
“You are.” He’s a step away from a whine as she peers down at him innocently. He sees through it, of course, especially as the kiss doesn’t last and he’s pressing his lips against her neck, his hand trailing further down to cover hers. And he hums a soft laugh in response, raking across her skin. Her free hand trails along his side and he can’t help but to press his face into her neck some more with it, even if he’s trying his best to be good. The alcohol swimming in his system warms him and blurs his thoughts a fraction.
She laughs without wincing and it’s something he does focus on, even as she translates what she says – and it’s quite distracting, truthfully. And there’s a brief smirk that forms against her neck before she’s pulling his head away, tilting his chin up so that they might be able to lock their gaze together. And he meets her there, as her thumb brushes against his lower lip. He inhales a slow breath through his nose, tongue brushing against her thumb before she replaces her hand with her lips, nipping at his lower lip.
He sucks in another sharp breath before he dives into the kiss, prolonging it out until she’s speaking again and he hums a low whine from his throat. “Maeve.” He manages, pausing to lift his hand that covers hers and run his fingers through her hair, tucking the dark curls behind her ear. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.” He whispers against her lips, gaze dancing between her lips and her eyes.
She laughs without wincing and it’s something he does focus on, even as she translates what she says – and it’s quite distracting, truthfully. And there’s a brief smirk that forms against her neck before she’s pulling his head away, tilting his chin up so that they might be able to lock their gaze together. And he meets her there, as her thumb brushes against his lower lip. He inhales a slow breath through his nose, tongue brushing against her thumb before she replaces her hand with her lips, nipping at his lower lip.
He sucks in another sharp breath before he dives into the kiss, prolonging it out until she’s speaking again and he hums a low whine from his throat. “Maeve.” He manages, pausing to lift his hand that covers hers and run his fingers through her hair, tucking the dark curls behind her ear. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.” He whispers against her lips, gaze dancing between her lips and her eyes.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
