i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
Nate’s teasing draws a rough chuckle from Sunjata, as well as a nod. “Me neither.” He teases back, an easy grin forming across his face at that. “Though entirely of the female variety.” A bit of honesty tacked in, brows wiggling in amusement, wondering what kind of response from Nate that particular bit of information might receive. Still, Sunjata explains in a roundabout way what he’s done, and Nate picks it up fairly quickly. “I was, and I did.” He confirms with amusement.
Still, he lets Nate look him over, before a throaty laugh leaves him. “Right now? Absolutely.” He jests back, amusement lighting up the shadows of his eyes. But if Sunjata was at his fullest and best? He wonders who would win. Provided bites weren’t part of the fight. He thinks he could probably take the Ascended, or at the very least get a few decent punches in.
Instead, Sunjata shifts toward his desk, grabbing one of the bracelets before returning to Nate – and immediately finds those bright predatory eyes settled on him – hungry and simmering, and Sunjata shifts his focus toward the wrist to clasp the bracelet around before finding out he’s reluctantly letting the Ascended’s wrist go. His gaze lifts once more to find Nate’s, still in his space, still not stepping back. “Do you, now?” He snorts, until Nate’s closing in and his low voice reminds him of the Ruins, of what started all of this, and he swallows almost a bit hard at the feelings it arises within him.
“Mmm, well I wouldn’t have asked you to bite me again if I didn’t, so.” He replies back, accented voice a bit rougher at that, tilting his head slightly as if Nate needed the proof again of the multiple bites. “I’ve just never done it before, to be honest.” A rise and fall of tattooed shoulders, the briefest curl of a smirk on his face.
Still, he lets Nate look him over, before a throaty laugh leaves him. “Right now? Absolutely.” He jests back, amusement lighting up the shadows of his eyes. But if Sunjata was at his fullest and best? He wonders who would win. Provided bites weren’t part of the fight. He thinks he could probably take the Ascended, or at the very least get a few decent punches in.
Instead, Sunjata shifts toward his desk, grabbing one of the bracelets before returning to Nate – and immediately finds those bright predatory eyes settled on him – hungry and simmering, and Sunjata shifts his focus toward the wrist to clasp the bracelet around before finding out he’s reluctantly letting the Ascended’s wrist go. His gaze lifts once more to find Nate’s, still in his space, still not stepping back. “Do you, now?” He snorts, until Nate’s closing in and his low voice reminds him of the Ruins, of what started all of this, and he swallows almost a bit hard at the feelings it arises within him.
“Mmm, well I wouldn’t have asked you to bite me again if I didn’t, so.” He replies back, accented voice a bit rougher at that, tilting his head slightly as if Nate needed the proof again of the multiple bites. “I’ve just never done it before, to be honest.” A rise and fall of tattooed shoulders, the briefest curl of a smirk on his face.
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
