It’s so far and yet so close, the barrier that separates them, but it’s still enough that Sunjata can feel him, can focus on it, can try to drown out the roaring of everything else inside him except for the sound that creaks out from Nate, the mental I love yous over and over again, combining and tearing apart, and burning and blurring together.
It fills his pieces with something golden lined and sun bright. Hope. He presses against Nate harder, until he has to pull away, reluctantly, slipping to the side to press his cheek against Nate’s through the blanket, shuddering exhales of breaths leaving him as his shoulders tremble and he squeezes Nate tightly. [say]I love you too. Ek is lief vir jou ook.[/say] His own thickly accented rumble again and again through the attuned bond. He presses in tight, trying to ensure the blanket is still accurately protecting Nate, and tries to bury himself into his husband, into the couch, as if it might hold them both up enough to last the time spent apart. [say]Will you hold me through the night?[/say] Comes the quieter, hopeful request, something that has all alarms within him his father had beat into his head, ringing with a thousand bells. So vulnerable, so breakable in this moment, that all he can do is offer it to Nate and hope that it's enough.
It fills his pieces with something golden lined and sun bright. Hope. He presses against Nate harder, until he has to pull away, reluctantly, slipping to the side to press his cheek against Nate’s through the blanket, shuddering exhales of breaths leaving him as his shoulders tremble and he squeezes Nate tightly. [say]I love you too. Ek is lief vir jou ook.[/say] His own thickly accented rumble again and again through the attuned bond. He presses in tight, trying to ensure the blanket is still accurately protecting Nate, and tries to bury himself into his husband, into the couch, as if it might hold them both up enough to last the time spent apart. [say]Will you hold me through the night?[/say] Comes the quieter, hopeful request, something that has all alarms within him his father had beat into his head, ringing with a thousand bells. So vulnerable, so breakable in this moment, that all he can do is offer it to Nate and hope that it's enough.
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.