// and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and i
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
Warmth fills him both internally as it does physically - the cascading light invigorating as it is refreshing. It’s being born anew, each and every time he meets with them, and for that, Sunjata chastises himself again and again for always taking so long in between his visits.
He relaxes immediately when he feels them wrap around him, over his shoulders and their chest against his back, thighs against the outsides of his hips. He sinks into it comfortably, humming a note that agrees with their silky voice. Because he has been busy, and for good reason, too, he thinks.
The praise has him warming, the touch at his thigh a gentle feeling, settling as his head is tilted back - warmth reflected in the usual storm cloud of his eyes, warmth that blooms to the hard steel of appreciation. “Yeah. That sounds perfect.” Sunjata agrees, his voice low and dripping with agreement, leaning into them to hear the tasks, letting it fuel the edge of silent payback for the shit they’d put him through.
“Thank you, Frey.” He hums after their tasks are laid out, content to sit there pressed against his deity until they leave him rejuvenated and ready to get back to work.
- FIN
He relaxes immediately when he feels them wrap around him, over his shoulders and their chest against his back, thighs against the outsides of his hips. He sinks into it comfortably, humming a note that agrees with their silky voice. Because he has been busy, and for good reason, too, he thinks.
The praise has him warming, the touch at his thigh a gentle feeling, settling as his head is tilted back - warmth reflected in the usual storm cloud of his eyes, warmth that blooms to the hard steel of appreciation. “Yeah. That sounds perfect.” Sunjata agrees, his voice low and dripping with agreement, leaning into them to hear the tasks, letting it fuel the edge of silent payback for the shit they’d put him through.
“Thank you, Frey.” He hums after their tasks are laid out, content to sit there pressed against his deity until they leave him rejuvenated and ready to get back to work.
- FIN
the flood
// and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim //
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.
