but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
How can it be just for fun? Well… He contemplates it for a brief moment, feeling her wrap her arms around him and look up at him, his gaze finding her own. “I don’t connect with him like I do with you.” He begins, because it’s true. He didn’t love Nate, but gods if he didn’t love what Nate did to him. “It’s different. I, uh…” He pauses to huff a small amount of laughter. “I very much like to be the one in charge and Nate’s the only one that’s challenged that. Handled me the way I handle you.” His brow raises, amusement fading at the seriousness of it.
“But I don’t love him like I love you. He’s just a friend and a member of my guild that before you and I got together, we just enjoyed each other’s company. A different sort of love, I guess, with no attachments on either of our ends.” His broad shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. But he listens intently when she mentions she ran into him a few days after the festival, how he’d acted oddly but they’d not delved into it – and somehow, despite it all, there’s a brief ghost of a smile that crosses his face at the mention of being touchy. Because Nate usually was touchy, and Sunjata had learned this.
She meets his gaze and he finds her own, searching for some hidden answer there. And when he doesn’t find it, he focuses on her question. “Well, because what if? What if either of us need a checkup, what then?” He recalls the way she’d nearly lost control, would have let Nate do whatever he wanted to her had he not been there. Knows for a fact that he’d absolutely let Nate do whatever he wanted to him given the chance with those fangs within his neck. He frowns lightly at the thought. “I won’t want to stop him.” A quiet admission that he hopes won’t sour her mood, won’t prevent him from being around his guildmate, his doctor.
“But I don’t love him like I love you. He’s just a friend and a member of my guild that before you and I got together, we just enjoyed each other’s company. A different sort of love, I guess, with no attachments on either of our ends.” His broad shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. But he listens intently when she mentions she ran into him a few days after the festival, how he’d acted oddly but they’d not delved into it – and somehow, despite it all, there’s a brief ghost of a smile that crosses his face at the mention of being touchy. Because Nate usually was touchy, and Sunjata had learned this.
She meets his gaze and he finds her own, searching for some hidden answer there. And when he doesn’t find it, he focuses on her question. “Well, because what if? What if either of us need a checkup, what then?” He recalls the way she’d nearly lost control, would have let Nate do whatever he wanted to her had he not been there. Knows for a fact that he’d absolutely let Nate do whatever he wanted to him given the chance with those fangs within his neck. He frowns lightly at the thought. “I won’t want to stop him.” A quiet admission that he hopes won’t sour her mood, won’t prevent him from being around his guildmate, his doctor.
but not who i am
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.
