// tell me what you know, i'm in deeper than i've ever been
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
Honestly, he can’t argue with what Nate says regarding food. He always has, thankfully, because they both know that Sunjata’s no cook and when faced with the option, it typically meant Haai and he went on a hunt. It was easier that way, less likely to burn the new house down as well as the attempts to make something palatable.
Either way, his husband leans into his touch while it’s there, Sunjata unable to keep the breathy hum of laughter from slipping from his lips, steel aiming to meet electric blues. “You say that now. There’s time.” He absolutely makes a show of pointing to the ring on his finger, before he’s slipping away to grab the wrapping for his hands, ensuring that his knuckles and wrist should be safe enough for this easy spar.
And when they’re both in the ring and ready, Nate takes his stance and Sunjata prepares himself, feet planting in the sand, listening as Nate dings and there’s a bit of surprise that crosses his face with it and an amused, Oh, we’re adding bells now? – but the surprise and amusement doesn’t last too long as his husband’s fist swings out at his chest, Sunjata shifting his weight a little in an attempt to get out of the way, the fist landing but glancing off his shoulder instead.
And Sunjata hopes to take advantage of the shift, the way he attempted to sidestep it, his own fist swinging out toward Nate’s side.
Either way, his husband leans into his touch while it’s there, Sunjata unable to keep the breathy hum of laughter from slipping from his lips, steel aiming to meet electric blues. “You say that now. There’s time.” He absolutely makes a show of pointing to the ring on his finger, before he’s slipping away to grab the wrapping for his hands, ensuring that his knuckles and wrist should be safe enough for this easy spar.
And when they’re both in the ring and ready, Nate takes his stance and Sunjata prepares himself, feet planting in the sand, listening as Nate dings and there’s a bit of surprise that crosses his face with it and an amused, Oh, we’re adding bells now? – but the surprise and amusement doesn’t last too long as his husband’s fist swings out at his chest, Sunjata shifting his weight a little in an attempt to get out of the way, the fist landing but glancing off his shoulder instead.
And Sunjata hopes to take advantage of the shift, the way he attempted to sidestep it, his own fist swinging out toward Nate’s side.
i settled my grievance by crafting a mask, and i never looked back
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.
