nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
There’s mixed signals in the way that Sunjata questions the plan and Nate confirms with a later despite still pulling him in close. And Sunjata follows through, hands roaming and the kiss devouring until it simply… Isn’t. The purr for later cooling him slightly, the follow-up question causing a smirk to cross along his face. “Mm, not for a hunt, no.” He purrs back, smirk shifting to something more feline and wicked.
But then they’re apart, and Sunjata has a moment to recover, even if a very feline hiss slips from his lips. He watches Nate shift, watches the way man becomes a form that Sunjata knows like nothing else. So he gives into it too, shifting until skin becomes fur, fingers become claws that Nate’s far familiar with. And then… Then they’re there – and Sunjata, for the life of him might not be able to say what he wants to say, but he can certainly show it.
The ‘what are you waiting for’ hits him immediately in the look given, and he pads a bit closer toward Nate – large head headbutting Nate’s own in a feline nuzzle of sorts. First… I want to show you something. He sends down, voice far more thickly accented within the attuned bond, and there’s a tentative pulse at first, a test, of sheer brilliant happiness that sparks through the bond.
And once he knows that one’s sent, Sunjata can’t help but to let the rest of it out, keeping his body near Nate’s, filling the Attuned bond with the happiness first, followed up by sheer, unquestionable love and admiration, adoration, warmth, delight. A feeling that Nate would know deep down that Sunjata would do anything for him. A love so intense to be unable to put into words no matter how many times they say it, shown here in the pulse of exhilarating emotions that burn and intoxicate him every time. I love you too. He manages to slip in between the feelings, slowly beginning to dampen them down as to not overwhelm his fiance.
But then they’re apart, and Sunjata has a moment to recover, even if a very feline hiss slips from his lips. He watches Nate shift, watches the way man becomes a form that Sunjata knows like nothing else. So he gives into it too, shifting until skin becomes fur, fingers become claws that Nate’s far familiar with. And then… Then they’re there – and Sunjata, for the life of him might not be able to say what he wants to say, but he can certainly show it.
The ‘what are you waiting for’ hits him immediately in the look given, and he pads a bit closer toward Nate – large head headbutting Nate’s own in a feline nuzzle of sorts. First… I want to show you something. He sends down, voice far more thickly accented within the attuned bond, and there’s a tentative pulse at first, a test, of sheer brilliant happiness that sparks through the bond.
And once he knows that one’s sent, Sunjata can’t help but to let the rest of it out, keeping his body near Nate’s, filling the Attuned bond with the happiness first, followed up by sheer, unquestionable love and admiration, adoration, warmth, delight. A feeling that Nate would know deep down that Sunjata would do anything for him. A love so intense to be unable to put into words no matter how many times they say it, shown here in the pulse of exhilarating emotions that burn and intoxicate him every time. I love you too. He manages to slip in between the feelings, slowly beginning to dampen them down as to not overwhelm his fiance.
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.
