// 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 //
It’s a bliss that Sunjata hasn’t had in what feels like ages, one that rages against him like a tidal wave, crashing and breaking along the ridges of his soul and his chest, feeling the reverberations of the waves as they pull back from the spaces they’d struck. He trembles lightly with it, panting breaths pressed against her neck before he’s slowly starting to come back into himself. “Me too.” He admits a touch hoarsely, cradling her with one arm while the other’s busy.
As her hand falls to his chest and her comment reaches his ears, Sunjata can’t help the light laugh that leaves him, amusement tugging on the corners of his lips. “Sometimes it’s more fun that way.” He drawls, like there’s an ego within him that says of course I’m good. I’m Frey’s demigod. But like how she buries the Heartless moniker, he buries the obvious in his own statement.
Eyes shut behind the blindfold, the Heartless starts to relax slowly with the trace of her fingers against his neck for however long they last before she’s starting to pull away. Her question has him shaking his head once they finally part, though he doesn’t imagine it’s a surprising one for her. “Nope.” Just a few things he doesn’t do when he’s grieving – and eating unless it’s in his shifts seems to be one of them. “Are you expecting me to eat blindfolded, too?” He asks with a small snort, taking the moment of pause from releasing her to clean up.
As her hand falls to his chest and her comment reaches his ears, Sunjata can’t help the light laugh that leaves him, amusement tugging on the corners of his lips. “Sometimes it’s more fun that way.” He drawls, like there’s an ego within him that says of course I’m good. I’m Frey’s demigod. But like how she buries the Heartless moniker, he buries the obvious in his own statement.
Eyes shut behind the blindfold, the Heartless starts to relax slowly with the trace of her fingers against his neck for however long they last before she’s starting to pull away. Her question has him shaking his head once they finally part, though he doesn’t imagine it’s a surprising one for her. “Nope.” Just a few things he doesn’t do when he’s grieving – and eating unless it’s in his shifts seems to be one of them. “Are you expecting me to eat blindfolded, too?” He asks with a small snort, taking the moment of pause from releasing her to clean up.
// 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.
