the sea speaks a little more honestly
“Yeah. It really does.” Gods knew he’d taken punch after punch, blade after blade, and yet the pain of losing Nate had been enough to undo him so completely that breathing day after day seemed nearly impossible. He’d spent the next few months incapable of caring for himself, of eating to the point that he’d had to resort to his attuned shifts to eat and ensure that he had enough to keep trekking on.
But that was years ago. And he’d figured out other ways to deal with it. Trying to right the wrongs of his past. And so far? It had worked out well enough - if you don’t count the infection. Good intentions that had gone south so quickly.
But those thoughts vanish as he watches the water slip away from her face with a shake of her head. The question is soft, and he tracks her attention as it drifts from his scars to his eyes, her brow raised with the question. She leans in and he’s a pillar, tilting his head slightly into her hand when it traces the edge of his stubbled jaw. “Tonight it is.” He agrees with a low, accented hum.
This is where the Sunjata that she knows will start to change, a touch more of that Frey blessing burning through him. He scans her face before he shifts again, wings flexing as he uses them for balance to lean back over her, closing the small amount of space between them. He presses a kiss to her lips, testing and gentle at first before he braces over her with his elbows and presses in for a greedier, the rain pouring down around them in rivets now. One hand finds her side, warm and scarred pressing in against the soaking wet nightgown she wears, held just above her hip.
He doesn’t know how she wants this to go, but he knows Colt well enough to know that she was fiery and strong willed. If she wanted to take the reins here, he’d let her, but he does wonder if she’s the type to want to be taken care of when she almost always took care of everything else.
In which case, Sunjata can certainly provide.
But that was years ago. And he’d figured out other ways to deal with it. Trying to right the wrongs of his past. And so far? It had worked out well enough - if you don’t count the infection. Good intentions that had gone south so quickly.
But those thoughts vanish as he watches the water slip away from her face with a shake of her head. The question is soft, and he tracks her attention as it drifts from his scars to his eyes, her brow raised with the question. She leans in and he’s a pillar, tilting his head slightly into her hand when it traces the edge of his stubbled jaw. “Tonight it is.” He agrees with a low, accented hum.
This is where the Sunjata that she knows will start to change, a touch more of that Frey blessing burning through him. He scans her face before he shifts again, wings flexing as he uses them for balance to lean back over her, closing the small amount of space between them. He presses a kiss to her lips, testing and gentle at first before he braces over her with his elbows and presses in for a greedier, the rain pouring down around them in rivets now. One hand finds her side, warm and scarred pressing in against the soaking wet nightgown she wears, held just above her hip.
He doesn’t know how she wants this to go, but he knows Colt well enough to know that she was fiery and strong willed. If she wanted to take the reins here, he’d let her, but he does wonder if she’s the type to want to be taken care of when she almost always took care of everything else.
In which case, Sunjata can certainly provide.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
