SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
The cocky assurance from Nate is returned with a playful roll of Sunjata’s eyes, though his lips do quirk with the smirk for it. “We’ll see about that.” Amusement lingers within him at it, a playful fanged grin shot back at the Ascended before he’s moving – tugging Nate along only to have it become some sort of race. A feline smirk crosses his face as Nate subsequently wins the foot race, though Sunjata imagines he might win the swimming one.
He hadn’t been thrown into a raging river of flood waters as a child to lose now, had he? It was probably one of the most practiced things he could do – the motions of swimming coming second nature and natural as can be – added and benefited with the helpful instincts of his orca shift. But the water reaches him, goosebumps rising along his skin, his partial shift growing to cover up to his hips, and he turns back to Nate to see how he’s doing – spotting the nervous grin and hidden confidence before Sunjata slips back toward Nate.
“It is. But gods is it nice.” He retorts, flattening out a small amount, the underside of his fin pale white in the moonlight flicking up as he slows beside Nate – arms coming to settle around the Ascended with a small hidden smirk – pausing the hips that have become soft and smooth beneath calloused fingers – he wonders if Nate might feel what he felt, or if the sensation remains deadened even with the Attuned shifting.
Hands slip up a small amount, Sunjata rounding out to settle in the water behind Nate – ensuring the Ascended stays afloat while he gets used to the fin, leaning forward into him a bit to press a kiss to Nate’s shoulder, one that trails up to the shell of Nate’s ear. “Go on. Try it out.”
He hadn’t been thrown into a raging river of flood waters as a child to lose now, had he? It was probably one of the most practiced things he could do – the motions of swimming coming second nature and natural as can be – added and benefited with the helpful instincts of his orca shift. But the water reaches him, goosebumps rising along his skin, his partial shift growing to cover up to his hips, and he turns back to Nate to see how he’s doing – spotting the nervous grin and hidden confidence before Sunjata slips back toward Nate.
“It is. But gods is it nice.” He retorts, flattening out a small amount, the underside of his fin pale white in the moonlight flicking up as he slows beside Nate – arms coming to settle around the Ascended with a small hidden smirk – pausing the hips that have become soft and smooth beneath calloused fingers – he wonders if Nate might feel what he felt, or if the sensation remains deadened even with the Attuned shifting.
Hands slip up a small amount, Sunjata rounding out to settle in the water behind Nate – ensuring the Ascended stays afloat while he gets used to the fin, leaning forward into him a bit to press a kiss to Nate’s shoulder, one that trails up to the shell of Nate’s ear. “Go on. Try it out.”
'cause i might make a move
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.
