// 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? //
It is a safe margin of space that they’ve chosen, but again it wasn’t meant to be rushed into. She was always there when he needed her to be, it was finally about time that he returned the favor. So his question is one that simply keeps her there longer, that doesn’t seem to suggest that he wanted to go back inside with her to his quiet bedroom that might give her other ideas. Stargazing, it was a safer option, a comfortable option, even if his relationship with the stars was broken.
They part and he feels suddenly quite cold, latching onto her hand like it’s a handwarmer he doesn’t wish to part with yet, following her easily as she picks a place with grass that seemed perfectly soft enough to settle down in – and Sunjata’s more than willing to lay down beside her, tilting his head toward her when she squeezes his hand. Of course. He rumbles down the bond, reciprocating the appreciation and love with his own – alongside an undertone of comfort in doing this right.
There still were no expectations on his end, and so long as they remained open with one another, it’s a feeling he realizes that he can get used to. Even if he struggles with what kind of conversation to have next. “I find I spend most of my nights glaring at the stars.” He starts, as he tilts his head back up to the sky above them. “Except for one in particular.”
They part and he feels suddenly quite cold, latching onto her hand like it’s a handwarmer he doesn’t wish to part with yet, following her easily as she picks a place with grass that seemed perfectly soft enough to settle down in – and Sunjata’s more than willing to lay down beside her, tilting his head toward her when she squeezes his hand. Of course. He rumbles down the bond, reciprocating the appreciation and love with his own – alongside an undertone of comfort in doing this right.
There still were no expectations on his end, and so long as they remained open with one another, it’s a feeling he realizes that he can get used to. Even if he struggles with what kind of conversation to have next. “I find I spend most of my nights glaring at the stars.” He starts, as he tilts his head back up to the sky above them. “Except for one in particular.”
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.
