I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
“Both.” He offers easily, but when Nate admits that it was his fault Sunjata’s immediately shaking his head. “It wasn’t.” He was asleep anyway, anything could’ve woken the griffin up and she could’ve taken any chance she could to give him quite a rude wake up call. But that’s beside the point, and the point of it all is that he can tell Nate’s worried, that there’s something eating at him, and the last thing Sunjata wants is to try and continue to drop more and more onto his shoulders – for someone who was left alone with his thoughts more often than not without the ability to sleep.
But he’s leaning into the touch, offering what he can before he places the plates and what not up to dry, moving to push his way into Nate’s space – not sure if it’s what the Ascended wants, but it’s what Sunjata thinks might help – perhaps because of his strict hands off upbringing he’s had that he makes up for it now when things are tough – perhaps just because he wants to. When Nate doesn’t push him away, he considers it a slight win at the very least.
Hands rise up to cup his face, and Sunjata follows the motions – doing whatever it is Nate wants. The quiet request is granted, Sunjata leaning in and wrapping his arms around Nate’s lower back and pressing his cheek to the other man’s chest, feeling the weight of Nate’s head as his chin comes to rest atop the attuned’s head. “Alright.” An agreement, Sunjata remaining within the embrace, closing his eyes, letting his ears pick up the work.
There could be room for joking, but the air doesn’t seem to suggest that it’s a good idea, so he swallows down any quips that come easy to him in order to focus. And it’s not really an answer – a sort of… not answer to any of the questions swirling in his head. But he squeezes Nate gently, his head remaining against Nate’s, unable to hear any form of a heartbeat but it doesn’t matter, not to him when he can still hold onto Nate as a tether and hope that he’s some sort of tether back. “I know you could.” But already it sparks so many other questions lingering. Fire, easily wiping out really one of the only people Sunjata has anymore. And he sighs into the embrace, feeling the slight shrug that has Sunjata’s concern only growing a bit more.
“Let me help.” He says softly, a bit of a pleading tone – unsure what to do with the not answer. ’Let me help, let’s work this out, please don’t leave.’ His left hand partially shifts to those claws, to run and drag along Nate’s back to give him some sort of pressure of comfort added to the tight embrace, a sign that he’s listening and trying to make it as easy as he can. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it. It's okay.” The air is different now, it’s not that heavy weight of everything piled up on top of him like it had been after the volcano. He was in an okay-bordering on good- mental space right now, and it’s something they need to talk about and work out. And he wants to.
But he’s leaning into the touch, offering what he can before he places the plates and what not up to dry, moving to push his way into Nate’s space – not sure if it’s what the Ascended wants, but it’s what Sunjata thinks might help – perhaps because of his strict hands off upbringing he’s had that he makes up for it now when things are tough – perhaps just because he wants to. When Nate doesn’t push him away, he considers it a slight win at the very least.
Hands rise up to cup his face, and Sunjata follows the motions – doing whatever it is Nate wants. The quiet request is granted, Sunjata leaning in and wrapping his arms around Nate’s lower back and pressing his cheek to the other man’s chest, feeling the weight of Nate’s head as his chin comes to rest atop the attuned’s head. “Alright.” An agreement, Sunjata remaining within the embrace, closing his eyes, letting his ears pick up the work.
There could be room for joking, but the air doesn’t seem to suggest that it’s a good idea, so he swallows down any quips that come easy to him in order to focus. And it’s not really an answer – a sort of… not answer to any of the questions swirling in his head. But he squeezes Nate gently, his head remaining against Nate’s, unable to hear any form of a heartbeat but it doesn’t matter, not to him when he can still hold onto Nate as a tether and hope that he’s some sort of tether back. “I know you could.” But already it sparks so many other questions lingering. Fire, easily wiping out really one of the only people Sunjata has anymore. And he sighs into the embrace, feeling the slight shrug that has Sunjata’s concern only growing a bit more.
“Let me help.” He says softly, a bit of a pleading tone – unsure what to do with the not answer. ’Let me help, let’s work this out, please don’t leave.’ His left hand partially shifts to those claws, to run and drag along Nate’s back to give him some sort of pressure of comfort added to the tight embrace, a sign that he’s listening and trying to make it as easy as he can. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it. It's okay.” The air is different now, it’s not that heavy weight of everything piled up on top of him like it had been after the volcano. He was in an okay-bordering on good- mental space right now, and it’s something they need to talk about and work out. And he wants to.
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.
