SUNJATA
the flood
i can still see your face looking back through the flames
and i search it, was it worth it?
and i search it, was it worth it?
A soft smile crosses Sunjata’s face as Nate clutches the pendant, a light kiss pressed to the Ascended’s jaw before he’s retreating a small amount, watching for any sign that it might not have been a good idea to get such a thing. But he’s glad he did, as Nate attempts to make a face that falls back into how things were, before the other man is surging toward him and wrapping his arms around him. Sunjata’s arms wrap around Nate too as he presses his face into the crook of Nate’s neck gently, humming softly to the thank you. “You’re welcome.”
But then he’s moving and Sunjata watches him, half calculating and wondering what’s going on in that bright mind of his, but not saying or prodding until the other man is ready for it. It’s the least he can do, after all, and he settles with Nate on the ground — shifting just so he can cross his legs before they fall asleep supporting his weight. The sunset casts Nate’s face in a purple glow, a chilled wind whipping through and ruffling Sunjata’s hair as the words leave the other man’s lips.
And when Nate responds with what he wants to do, Sunjata’s soft smile remains, even as he notices the shuddering of Nate’s hands — then the way he looks away. So Sunjata reaches out, slowly, trying to run calloused hands along Nate’s side. “Whatever you want to do, I support you.” He begins, pausing to look over at Haai as she whines. “Would you… Like it if I or Haai accompanied you while you worked?” He asks, not outwardly saying for some form of protection, but implying that added comfort all the same.
But then he’s moving and Sunjata watches him, half calculating and wondering what’s going on in that bright mind of his, but not saying or prodding until the other man is ready for it. It’s the least he can do, after all, and he settles with Nate on the ground — shifting just so he can cross his legs before they fall asleep supporting his weight. The sunset casts Nate’s face in a purple glow, a chilled wind whipping through and ruffling Sunjata’s hair as the words leave the other man’s lips.
And when Nate responds with what he wants to do, Sunjata’s soft smile remains, even as he notices the shuddering of Nate’s hands — then the way he looks away. So Sunjata reaches out, slowly, trying to run calloused hands along Nate’s side. “Whatever you want to do, I support you.” He begins, pausing to look over at Haai as she whines. “Would you… Like it if I or Haai accompanied you while you worked?” He asks, not outwardly saying for some form of protection, but implying that added comfort all the same.
no i don't mind the smoke, but your tears make me choke
are you okay? should i go away?
are you okay? should i go away?
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.
