SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
It is a treat to see Nate react this way, and Sunjata buzzes with it, electricity storming through his body – not from a bite, not from anything else other than the way Nate rakes those clawed hands along sensitive skin in ways that have him growling and writhing, trying so desperately to give in. And with Nate’s murmur, hips rolling in that’s responded with Sunjata’s own, a louder groan leaves him as he shudders with the movements and touch, the mirrored mark left along his neck – in spaces that are not hidden, not even an attempt to, and how much Sunjata wishes to return them.
He absolutely can teach Nate some of the language, or all of it at some point, but for now? Now he’s content to simply growl in it, to give Nate what likely sounds like nonsense but might make sense given the context of sounds and desperation he’s offering. Nails dig in further as his hands trail up again, tangling and tugging, heavy lidded smoldering gaze swallowing and devouring Nate whole. But he surges up a small amount, sharpened teeth aiming for whatever part of the Ascended he can reach, neck or shoulder, or whatever’s near – to give some sort of something back before he drowns. “Asseblief..?” He rumbles against skin for a brief moment before it clears for an attempt at translating. “Please.”
He absolutely can teach Nate some of the language, or all of it at some point, but for now? Now he’s content to simply growl in it, to give Nate what likely sounds like nonsense but might make sense given the context of sounds and desperation he’s offering. Nails dig in further as his hands trail up again, tangling and tugging, heavy lidded smoldering gaze swallowing and devouring Nate whole. But he surges up a small amount, sharpened teeth aiming for whatever part of the Ascended he can reach, neck or shoulder, or whatever’s near – to give some sort of something back before he drowns. “Asseblief..?” He rumbles against skin for a brief moment before it clears for an attempt at translating. “Please.”
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
