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?
His shoulders drop as Sunjata wraps his arms around Nate, and he closes his eyes momentarily as he buries his face into Nate’s neck as he half mumbles and explains what he has already prepared in the cellar. “I’ll add a first aid kit.” He says, eyes opening specifically so he can seek out Nate’s face as he turns his head a small amount to look at him. A half smirk crosses his face as he waits a few heartbeats before continuing on. “There’s plenty of water in there.” He almost whines, not particularly wanting it but knowing they’ll need it. “As it turns out, the cellar has a small… I don’t know what it was used for, but a washing station sort of.” Therefore, a faucet sat inside. “So I made sure it worked and was clean, supplied it with whatever we needed to make sure that it was safe to drink. And filled one of the containers with it just in case it broke.” Feeling relatively proud of himself for that tidbit of work, he offers a wide grin a kiss to Nate’s cheek.
“But yeah, more bedding would be good to add.” He hums, as he withdraws a small amount to focus on the task at hand and not burying himself into Nate as much as he wants to. He still doesn’t move, though, just retracts his head a small amount. “There’s a couple oil lamps in there, some candles…” He trails off, lips pursing as he thinks on what else there was. Meanwhile, Haai is far too excited about this game, paws and claws skittering across the floor until the poor griffin slips and tumbles into a table in a mess of limbs and wings.
“But yeah, more bedding would be good to add.” He hums, as he withdraws a small amount to focus on the task at hand and not burying himself into Nate as much as he wants to. He still doesn’t move, though, just retracts his head a small amount. “There’s a couple oil lamps in there, some candles…” He trails off, lips pursing as he thinks on what else there was. Meanwhile, Haai is far too excited about this game, paws and claws skittering across the floor until the poor griffin slips and tumbles into a table in a mess of limbs and wings.
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.
