// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
There are the ghosts of his past beating against the door, and yet Sunjata finds the rope to pull him out of their clutches – pressing his forehead against Nate’s when the Ascended presses his in – his own eyes harboring shadows as he meets a blue and steel one, latching on as if his husband is his guide out of the dark. And he is. With the sensation of a sharp voice in a language he doesn’t know, trees he only somewhat recognizes, old paint on a window above one of those very same bushes.
He holds onto those thoughts, keeping them close like someone given a treasured gift that must be protected at all costs, focusing on the next lighter topic that arrives. The ocean. As if in response, his fingers run along Nate’s skin again, dragging slower along tattoos and scars. Why were they gross? He asks instead, waiting for another piece of information to latch onto, while he tries to figure out how to explain his own.
Lips brush against his nose and he nestles in, closing his eyes as the warmth of it spreads through him. Rocky but good. He murmurs. It was different from Torchline’s sands, the softness of them underfoot. The beaches of Korofi were sediment, mostly, pieces of rock and corals and shells of creatures made for a sharpness underfoot.
It’s not like it matters much anyway. Nobody went there. We had a private beach for the family, though we never went to it. Mother took Saar once and that’s when Saar started to take me, too. She’d always managed to keep an eye on him somehow, someway. So we’d go at night. I’m pretty sure that Father knew of it with all the cameras everywhere. But I was doing well in training and I had won the Trial. So maybe I got a bit more leeway after it. His eyes remain closed but his brows pinch together a bit. We used to steal food and snacks from the kitchen and make a bonfire out there. She’d talk about her suitors and how they planned to court her. We’d shit talk Mel’s father. I talked about training and how many times I got my ass kicked. His head tilts a bit, a slight hiss leaving him when he presses against his jaw too hard.
Then we’d fall asleep under the stars and wake up before dawn and sneak back in before the servants came knocking.
He holds onto those thoughts, keeping them close like someone given a treasured gift that must be protected at all costs, focusing on the next lighter topic that arrives. The ocean. As if in response, his fingers run along Nate’s skin again, dragging slower along tattoos and scars. Why were they gross? He asks instead, waiting for another piece of information to latch onto, while he tries to figure out how to explain his own.
Lips brush against his nose and he nestles in, closing his eyes as the warmth of it spreads through him. Rocky but good. He murmurs. It was different from Torchline’s sands, the softness of them underfoot. The beaches of Korofi were sediment, mostly, pieces of rock and corals and shells of creatures made for a sharpness underfoot.
It’s not like it matters much anyway. Nobody went there. We had a private beach for the family, though we never went to it. Mother took Saar once and that’s when Saar started to take me, too. She’d always managed to keep an eye on him somehow, someway. So we’d go at night. I’m pretty sure that Father knew of it with all the cameras everywhere. But I was doing well in training and I had won the Trial. So maybe I got a bit more leeway after it. His eyes remain closed but his brows pinch together a bit. We used to steal food and snacks from the kitchen and make a bonfire out there. She’d talk about her suitors and how they planned to court her. We’d shit talk Mel’s father. I talked about training and how many times I got my ass kicked. His head tilts a bit, a slight hiss leaving him when he presses against his jaw too hard.
Then we’d fall asleep under the stars and wake up before dawn and sneak back in before the servants came knocking.
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.
