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?
He wonders if it’s worth mentioning that he can try to find out what exactly Nate has become, but he lets the thought drift away — because he’s there right now, talking, making jokes however awkward they fall off the tongue. And Sunjata doesn’t want that to stop, to create more worries within while Sunjata steps away to stick his nose places where it doesn’t belong. So he exhales softly with the lopsided grin that crosses his face, settling in comfortably as the attuned scans the Ascended’s face again.
“You know, Frey first called me blue eyes which is fine and all but they’re definitely more grey than blue.” He rumbles offhandedly, a soft laugh leaving him as he recalls it, but eventually shoves it away for the more serious bit of their conversation. The one thing Sunjata can do — at least attempt to. And while he wasn’t flowery with words, he could try to be, perhaps show Nate that he’s trying to break through this downpour with him.
So a crooked almost boyish smirk crosses his face. “Mmh where to start.” He begins, head tilting a small amount more as Nate’s lips are pressed to his neck, over the scar that should have killed him. And it’s easier, not having those eyes on him, to try and be flowery and poetic, dipping into older Korofi traditions of the rebellion and how they always found a way to spin a story in a way that seemed beautiful when life was so tough. “You have this air of confidence around you… Where it seems like nothing can shake you. You’ve a ridiculously quick wit that I’m jealous of.” He pauses as he can’t help the smile growing a bit larger on his face. “The fact that you understand me. Like I don’t have to explain why I do things the way I do even when they’re usually really stupid.” A huff of a laugh leaves him then and he pulls away a small amount to scan Nate’s face.
“We fit together so easily. You’ve saved my life more ways than one.” Perhaps a bit more dark of territory but he begins to steer clear of those waters. “I love how you’ve gotten me to open up, to accept and crave touch and affection and not shy away from it. You’ve helped me.” A softer pause there, head tilting as he waits for a reaction. “Do you want more? I could go on.” Not exactly poetic, but it’s a start.
“You know, Frey first called me blue eyes which is fine and all but they’re definitely more grey than blue.” He rumbles offhandedly, a soft laugh leaving him as he recalls it, but eventually shoves it away for the more serious bit of their conversation. The one thing Sunjata can do — at least attempt to. And while he wasn’t flowery with words, he could try to be, perhaps show Nate that he’s trying to break through this downpour with him.
So a crooked almost boyish smirk crosses his face. “Mmh where to start.” He begins, head tilting a small amount more as Nate’s lips are pressed to his neck, over the scar that should have killed him. And it’s easier, not having those eyes on him, to try and be flowery and poetic, dipping into older Korofi traditions of the rebellion and how they always found a way to spin a story in a way that seemed beautiful when life was so tough. “You have this air of confidence around you… Where it seems like nothing can shake you. You’ve a ridiculously quick wit that I’m jealous of.” He pauses as he can’t help the smile growing a bit larger on his face. “The fact that you understand me. Like I don’t have to explain why I do things the way I do even when they’re usually really stupid.” A huff of a laugh leaves him then and he pulls away a small amount to scan Nate’s face.
“We fit together so easily. You’ve saved my life more ways than one.” Perhaps a bit more dark of territory but he begins to steer clear of those waters. “I love how you’ve gotten me to open up, to accept and crave touch and affection and not shy away from it. You’ve helped me.” A softer pause there, head tilting as he waits for a reaction. “Do you want more? I could go on.” Not exactly poetic, but it’s a start.
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.
