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 practically preens under Nate’s observation, despite the searching look he gives to inspect said eyes. And Sunjata offers an easy, almost lazy smile in response to it as he agrees whole heartedly. But he doesn’t need to expand on it, what else is there to say in regards to it? So he settles, keeping his arms around Nate as the attuned easily begins to talk about his affection, his love, for the man sitting here debating what his worth is now that he’s been marred, scarred, wrong mentally because there’s no escape from it.
Sunjata hopes it’s worth something at least.
But when Nate pulls back, Sunjata spies the glassiness to his eye, a soft smile crossing his face as he settles in comfortably. And a small shallow dip of his head is granted back at the question. “There is more.” He rumbles softly, before Nate’s making him pause and Sunjata stills to focus on what Nate wants to do. It’s not exactly what he expects, but gods it’s nice. The hand comes up to cover his eyes, and Sunjata closes his eyes, long lashes brushing against the skin. And when there’s a bit of tension, a bit of pause where Sunjata’s confused as to what the Ascended wanted to do, that’s when he feels him lean in.
His arms tighten around Nate, keeping him close and giving in – breathing as much through his nose to keep it going so he doesn’t have to pause. And when he finally has to pull away for a breath, he’s almost panting – nuzzling his head in close to Nate’s hand.
Sunjata hopes it’s worth something at least.
But when Nate pulls back, Sunjata spies the glassiness to his eye, a soft smile crossing his face as he settles in comfortably. And a small shallow dip of his head is granted back at the question. “There is more.” He rumbles softly, before Nate’s making him pause and Sunjata stills to focus on what Nate wants to do. It’s not exactly what he expects, but gods it’s nice. The hand comes up to cover his eyes, and Sunjata closes his eyes, long lashes brushing against the skin. And when there’s a bit of tension, a bit of pause where Sunjata’s confused as to what the Ascended wanted to do, that’s when he feels him lean in.
His arms tighten around Nate, keeping him close and giving in – breathing as much through his nose to keep it going so he doesn’t have to pause. And when he finally has to pull away for a breath, he’s almost panting – nuzzling his head in close to Nate’s hand.
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.
