we must always be willing to be more savage to the angels
rip up their flesh and reveal them to be nothing
There would come a time, when Sunjata lets it slip – when he gets over the pang of worries in his chest and his stomach when the thought comes to mind. It takes him time, unless someone else gives him the thought to do it before it gets too late – but the thing with Nate is that… The Ascended knows despite Sunjata’s reluctance to actually say those three little words. Nate knew, and that really was all he could ask for.
He’s trying, and it’s noticed, and it means a surprising amount to him.
Either way, he tangles his fingers into the raven hair of the doctor, a soft smile crossing his face that matches the soft look to Nate’s gaze as he leans into the touch. And he realizes he could stay like this all day, really, if he wanted to. But he disrupts the moment with his words, offering some sort of repent for what he’s done. So his hand remains, thumb going to stroke against Nate’s temple briefly at the soft complaint, a light snort leaving him when Nate’s ‘fist’ bumps him in the jaw. “I find that hard to believe.” He chuckles lightly, shaking his head a small amount.
“But... So long as you fix my wounded pride after you kick my ass with the handicap… I guess I could.” He teases lightly, his soft smile edging toward more of that smirk, grabbing onto more of those bandages for the wrappings for his hands and Nate’s other. “You’ve yet to test it out with me anyway.” Especially after he’d helped set it up. So he tugs Nate along toward the sandy boxing ring, dipping below the ropes to slip into the ring, already moving to tie up his hands and trying to decide how exactly to keep himself from using his own dominant hand. “No left hands, then?” He asks, tying up his right hand and peering up at Nate without moving his head, a rogue smirk crossing his face.
He’s trying, and it’s noticed, and it means a surprising amount to him.
Either way, he tangles his fingers into the raven hair of the doctor, a soft smile crossing his face that matches the soft look to Nate’s gaze as he leans into the touch. And he realizes he could stay like this all day, really, if he wanted to. But he disrupts the moment with his words, offering some sort of repent for what he’s done. So his hand remains, thumb going to stroke against Nate’s temple briefly at the soft complaint, a light snort leaving him when Nate’s ‘fist’ bumps him in the jaw. “I find that hard to believe.” He chuckles lightly, shaking his head a small amount.
“But... So long as you fix my wounded pride after you kick my ass with the handicap… I guess I could.” He teases lightly, his soft smile edging toward more of that smirk, grabbing onto more of those bandages for the wrappings for his hands and Nate’s other. “You’ve yet to test it out with me anyway.” Especially after he’d helped set it up. So he tugs Nate along toward the sandy boxing ring, dipping below the ropes to slip into the ring, already moving to tie up his hands and trying to decide how exactly to keep himself from using his own dominant hand. “No left hands, then?” He asks, tying up his right hand and peering up at Nate without moving his head, a rogue smirk crossing his face.
how willing you must be to kill angels
and how willing they must be to let you do it
SUNJATA
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.
