// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
As long as it has answered her question and soothed her panic, that’s all he cares about. Himself, on the other hand, is content to simply deal with whatever came from this time stopping moment under the moon and stars. And it only grows the second that she floods the bond with gratitude and Sunjata’s roguish smile tints a bit softer when she speaks, humming a soft laugh. “Next time.” Truth be told, even if she didn’t ask or announce anything at all and kissed him, he’d find absolutely no complaints.
As for her apology, though, his head tilts slightly as she squeezes the slope of his neck and shoulder, his hand flattening around the small of her back before drifting to her side, to let his fingers run little strokes over the fabric of his own stolen shirt. “Don’t be sorry.” A repeat of their conversation in the hot springs. “I wasn’t sleeping anyway.” He tears his gaze away from her to look up at the stars, trying to pinpoint just what time it was.
“We could go watch the stars for a little bit, if you want to?” He always spent a majority of time glaring at the stars, all except for one which he’d picked to be Kamaria’s star, uncertain if it was and never willing to go and ask, he settles with using his imagination.
As for her apology, though, his head tilts slightly as she squeezes the slope of his neck and shoulder, his hand flattening around the small of her back before drifting to her side, to let his fingers run little strokes over the fabric of his own stolen shirt. “Don’t be sorry.” A repeat of their conversation in the hot springs. “I wasn’t sleeping anyway.” He tears his gaze away from her to look up at the stars, trying to pinpoint just what time it was.
“We could go watch the stars for a little bit, if you want to?” He always spent a majority of time glaring at the stars, all except for one which he’d picked to be Kamaria’s star, uncertain if it was and never willing to go and ask, he settles with using his imagination.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
