// 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 //
Oh. He murmurs, trying to imagine what it was like. The closest he can get is what Torchline’s beaches had looked like after LongNight – briefly, before his memories began to falter and shift to a blank blackness. As for rain, however, he finds that he leans in a bit when Nate does, pulling away when his husband does – distracted by the movement made. It always rained there too. He offers as if it’s some solace, that the beaches always harbored rain.
Distraction comes in the form of Pemota sneaking her way out, Sunjata’s gaze following the starlight as he explains what he’d done when they’d snuck out – a quirk of the edge of his lip when Nate laughs, a bouncing feeling of lightness overcoming the darkness through the bond before. But then he’s hissing lightly and Nate’s shifting, Sunjata’s attention brought to the motion, eyes opening to watch as the Ascended pours. Flowers, instruments, whatever. His voice seems almost distracted, as if he’s trying to remember what it was he wanted to say instead. I was taught how to play the piano for it. For courting that never came, not if he could help it.
The drink is poured and Sunjata reaches out, clutching it close to him as the next words filter through his mind in an easy purr – steel lifting to meet blue and steel. Yes. I showed you my cobra shift. He pauses as he leans in as Nate had done previously. And I tried very hard not to devour the sea turtles. He says it with a surprising amount of pride, settling back again and peering at the glass, before attempting to take a sip of it. Why?
Distraction comes in the form of Pemota sneaking her way out, Sunjata’s gaze following the starlight as he explains what he’d done when they’d snuck out – a quirk of the edge of his lip when Nate laughs, a bouncing feeling of lightness overcoming the darkness through the bond before. But then he’s hissing lightly and Nate’s shifting, Sunjata’s attention brought to the motion, eyes opening to watch as the Ascended pours. Flowers, instruments, whatever. His voice seems almost distracted, as if he’s trying to remember what it was he wanted to say instead. I was taught how to play the piano for it. For courting that never came, not if he could help it.
The drink is poured and Sunjata reaches out, clutching it close to him as the next words filter through his mind in an easy purr – steel lifting to meet blue and steel. Yes. I showed you my cobra shift. He pauses as he leans in as Nate had done previously. And I tried very hard not to devour the sea turtles. He says it with a surprising amount of pride, settling back again and peering at the glass, before attempting to take a sip of it. Why?
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.
