It has always been a difficult thing for the Flood – to express himself through words. Too used to butchering them or being misconstrued, misunderstood in what he truly means that the only thing that seems to be his saving grace is action. Body language, the sensations through the Attuned bond, things of those nature that allow for him to be able to express his intent without fucking up.
His thumb strokes along her cheek, nose brushing her own as she speaks, taking her reassurance to heart. He trusts that if it became too much that she would tell him, that they would make a game plan of figuring out just how to go about accomplishing everything without leaving her strung out in exhaustion. And it helps meld into the feeling of the home they’re putting together, adding their little touches here and there, and his quiet admission that they deserve this, a fact he does not often say.
He can feel the pride blooming from her as his words are understood and Sunjata can’t help the soft smile that graces his face as she reiterates the vow. And he remains still and in exactly the same position as she kisses him, his hand slipping around to the back of her head, threading through blonde tresses to press back into the kiss. He pulls away after a short time, humming a soft rumble of a laugh, drawing up a bit taller as he peers down at her. “[say]We should finish up before we get too distracted we can’t finish it.[/say]”
His thumb strokes along her cheek, nose brushing her own as she speaks, taking her reassurance to heart. He trusts that if it became too much that she would tell him, that they would make a game plan of figuring out just how to go about accomplishing everything without leaving her strung out in exhaustion. And it helps meld into the feeling of the home they’re putting together, adding their little touches here and there, and his quiet admission that they deserve this, a fact he does not often say.
He can feel the pride blooming from her as his words are understood and Sunjata can’t help the soft smile that graces his face as she reiterates the vow. And he remains still and in exactly the same position as she kisses him, his hand slipping around to the back of her head, threading through blonde tresses to press back into the kiss. He pulls away after a short time, humming a soft rumble of a laugh, drawing up a bit taller as he peers down at her. “[say]We should finish up before we get too distracted we can’t finish it.[/say]”
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.
