{scent} sandalwood or any exotic inscence
Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.Availability: everyoneStatus: accepting
He remembers one seaside kingdom he’d visited in his travels, beautiful dancers who swayed their hips in a bid to seduce him. It reminds him of distant lands and brothel's where the women would burn incense to mask the smell, a smell he didn't mind; sex or the incense.
The feeling of a body against his own, the illusion of someone wanting him, even for a night, even if he was paying her (or him) for their time. Of finally not being lonely again.
It was the very incense Milah would burn while on his ship – their ship. A smell that reminded him of her and how much he missed her. One he'd come to hate because it drove him made with longing, with wanting something he couldn't have because she was long gone and there was nothing he could do about it.
And now sometimes he'll burn a stick just to feel enveloped in her even for a short time, amidst the memories of seductive whores and distant shores. Because she'd been by his side in all those travels and he wouldn't have it any other way.
