i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
It’s a sore spot, from what Sunjata can tell. And he lets the conversation drop, figuring that at least on his end, nobody was happy. For Nate, though? It seemed like this mystery man and Nate may have been happy, may have had things planned for the future with one another that Sunjata hadn’t cared about either, caving and craving more of the bite. He realizes now that perhaps things had spiraled so quickly out of control with the bite, whether it was the location or the feelings or Sunjata’s own pent-up frustrations with no outlet, the ring rebound as well that had caused such an intense feeling to circulate over him.
He exhales a breathy sigh, leaning back in his chair, long legs stretching out and crossing before him, bottle in his lap, turning his head toward Nate with the huff of laughter. “That’s the most truthful thing I’ve heard all day.” He hums to Nate, a crooked smile accompanied with a throaty chuckle of laughter – feeling good compared to what the last few hours had wrought upon them. He exhales briefly, settling in, taking a swig of the bottle before he can feel Nate’s intensely bright blues on him, and he turns his head again toward the Ascended.
“What now, indeed.” A rise and fall of tattooed shoulders. “I’m going to try and get this back together and running again I think.” A purse of his lips at that, reaching up to rub at his jaw, considering Nate thoughtfully. “Do you have another place to stay? VlamVloed's a mess but I’ve got a place you could crash at if you need to.” A dark brow raises, his accent far thicker on the name of the bar, letting it roll from his tongue with practiced ease. “Likely won’t look good, but at this point the damage is done I think.”
He exhales a breathy sigh, leaning back in his chair, long legs stretching out and crossing before him, bottle in his lap, turning his head toward Nate with the huff of laughter. “That’s the most truthful thing I’ve heard all day.” He hums to Nate, a crooked smile accompanied with a throaty chuckle of laughter – feeling good compared to what the last few hours had wrought upon them. He exhales briefly, settling in, taking a swig of the bottle before he can feel Nate’s intensely bright blues on him, and he turns his head again toward the Ascended.
“What now, indeed.” A rise and fall of tattooed shoulders. “I’m going to try and get this back together and running again I think.” A purse of his lips at that, reaching up to rub at his jaw, considering Nate thoughtfully. “Do you have another place to stay? VlamVloed's a mess but I’ve got a place you could crash at if you need to.” A dark brow raises, his accent far thicker on the name of the bar, letting it roll from his tongue with practiced ease. “Likely won’t look good, but at this point the damage is done I think.”
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
