// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
He gets it. He’d sequestered himself away in the confines of the Refuge once he’d heard Nate passed. He’d stayed there for months and months by himself, alone, not having anyone to complain to – not even a companion. He’d chosen to remain alone in that regard, because it was easier than having to explain it. And he can see the irony that’s in the way Colt talks about it, because of how she’s currently leaning over him, running that straight razor along his skin without a single nick for the easy slide.
So he hums a note of yeah, yeah, I get it, before he’s moving on to explain the earrings while she pauses in between cleaning off the blade and continuing. Her whisper is one that has him snorting softly, trying not to jostle himself as he works. “Only if you don’t cut it off.” Comes the tease, his tongue sticking out shortly after as he hears her whisper like it was right beside his ear.
When it comes to the earrings from Nate, however, the Heartless draws quiet after the explanation, his emotions feeling as though they’re going through a roller-coaster without any ups lately. Just a never ending tunnel down to the varying circles of hell waiting for something to come out of it that was good when so much continues to be bad and the thrill he felt when he’d started the descent has turned into nothing more than just a rapid heartbeat with none of the adrenaline underneath it to show for it.
Her touch smooths out as she finishes the shave, though, her fingers thread through his hair – soft and wavy with the general humidity, and it has his gaze flitting back toward her with a vulnerable glint in the grey storm clouds. The closeness has gotten to him, in all the physical ways he hasn’t felt in what seemed like ages. And for Sunjata? A child that had grown so touch-starved growing up that it wasn’t a surprise he chose to spend it trying to not feel that way again. It makes sense why he’d called off the wedding and the engagement and turned to throwing himself into whomever might give him a time of day.
“Thanks.” He hums, his accent playing over his words gently as he sits up a little – using that towel to wipe his face and clean it from the soap – calloused fingertips touching along the edge of his cheek and chin to feel the smooth cut. “You sure you don’t need a second job as a barber?” He asks, letting some humor inject him to hide the vulnerable parts of missing the touch on his skin.
So he hums a note of yeah, yeah, I get it, before he’s moving on to explain the earrings while she pauses in between cleaning off the blade and continuing. Her whisper is one that has him snorting softly, trying not to jostle himself as he works. “Only if you don’t cut it off.” Comes the tease, his tongue sticking out shortly after as he hears her whisper like it was right beside his ear.
When it comes to the earrings from Nate, however, the Heartless draws quiet after the explanation, his emotions feeling as though they’re going through a roller-coaster without any ups lately. Just a never ending tunnel down to the varying circles of hell waiting for something to come out of it that was good when so much continues to be bad and the thrill he felt when he’d started the descent has turned into nothing more than just a rapid heartbeat with none of the adrenaline underneath it to show for it.
Her touch smooths out as she finishes the shave, though, her fingers thread through his hair – soft and wavy with the general humidity, and it has his gaze flitting back toward her with a vulnerable glint in the grey storm clouds. The closeness has gotten to him, in all the physical ways he hasn’t felt in what seemed like ages. And for Sunjata? A child that had grown so touch-starved growing up that it wasn’t a surprise he chose to spend it trying to not feel that way again. It makes sense why he’d called off the wedding and the engagement and turned to throwing himself into whomever might give him a time of day.
“Thanks.” He hums, his accent playing over his words gently as he sits up a little – using that towel to wipe his face and clean it from the soap – calloused fingertips touching along the edge of his cheek and chin to feel the smooth cut. “You sure you don’t need a second job as a barber?” He asks, letting some humor inject him to hide the vulnerable parts of missing the touch on his skin.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
