save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
He hadn’t ever been like this before, not when he was in Korofi, not until after Lusea’s death. Because she had been the one for him, the one who drew his eye, who suffocated him in her flames, while the flood raged around, turned to smoke and mist in the sight of her. He’d only ever had eyes for her. And just like that, the flame had been snuffed out — too soon, always too soon.
And Caido? Caido had taught him that those he cared about, those he got close to, they left too. Everyone left him eventually, in the end, whether by choice or his actions or the world at large. They always left. And he was tired of it, tired of growing attached to those that brought him down, tired of getting caught up in the winds of those that would leave him eventually too. It wasn’t worth it, in the end for him, to do something that terrified him so.
But this? Showing love with the way that he knows best, the way that he craves is far easier than with words — but Sunjata had never been good with them. He was charming, sure, but when it came to explaining his feelings, his thoughts, he rarely succeeded — too brought into the life Korofi had grown him up in where emotions and feelings got you killed. And they had, in a sense.
So he shows it to her in the way he worships her, the way he captures her, the way he melds and burns and drowns with her. He holds her tight as she shatters and breaks, reforming her close to his chest as he can, burying his face into her neck as his breath rakes against her skin. His name on her tongue is like a release, like the answer to a question he’d been seeking for awhile now. And it’s enough that as she trembles he cracks and breaks with her, slowing a fraction and pressing his forehead against hers with a shuddering groan that slips from his throat, echoing with hers from within the stony walls of the cave.
He slows further, offering gentle kisses to her own sweat slick skin, giving himself a chance to catch up, to give her a chance to react, to see if it was everything she hoped it’d be.
And Caido? Caido had taught him that those he cared about, those he got close to, they left too. Everyone left him eventually, in the end, whether by choice or his actions or the world at large. They always left. And he was tired of it, tired of growing attached to those that brought him down, tired of getting caught up in the winds of those that would leave him eventually too. It wasn’t worth it, in the end for him, to do something that terrified him so.
But this? Showing love with the way that he knows best, the way that he craves is far easier than with words — but Sunjata had never been good with them. He was charming, sure, but when it came to explaining his feelings, his thoughts, he rarely succeeded — too brought into the life Korofi had grown him up in where emotions and feelings got you killed. And they had, in a sense.
So he shows it to her in the way he worships her, the way he captures her, the way he melds and burns and drowns with her. He holds her tight as she shatters and breaks, reforming her close to his chest as he can, burying his face into her neck as his breath rakes against her skin. His name on her tongue is like a release, like the answer to a question he’d been seeking for awhile now. And it’s enough that as she trembles he cracks and breaks with her, slowing a fraction and pressing his forehead against hers with a shuddering groan that slips from his throat, echoing with hers from within the stony walls of the cave.
He slows further, offering gentle kisses to her own sweat slick skin, giving himself a chance to catch up, to give her a chance to react, to see if it was everything she hoped it’d be.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
