SUNJATA
the flood
i can still see your face looking back through the flames
and i search it, was it worth it?
and i search it, was it worth it?
Obviously he did. And it sparks a hum of easy laughter from the Attuned, a rogue smirk crossing his face as he watches the way Nate juggles the bottle before passing it off. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.” He teases with a wicked smirk growing along the edges of his smile. Perhaps he’d have to make it a challenge for Nate to spoil him. Why? Simply just to be more difficult. It isn’t actually something he intends to do, unsure of where to even start, but the idea of it still amuses him.
I love you too. He rumbles back through the bond, giving into the kiss that effectively captures him, that he doesn’t want to end until he absolutely has to. It doesn’t mean he strays far, however, prolonging out the opening of the last gift to speak and playfully nudge Nate’s hip with his own, little pecks of kisses here and there.
As for it not being insisting, the raise of Sunjata’s brow in a challenge meets the Ascended briefly before he opens the gift. All options of retorts die on his tongue as he realizes what it is. He leans into Nate’s embrace a bit more, the obvious warmth and love and gratitude pouring through the bond in an overwhelming force.
His question of his doctor is met with confirmation, something that has Sunjata barking out an easy laugh, using moments like this to drown out the previous few days. It was easier that way, after all. So his arm lifts to wrap around Nate’s shoulders as Nate grabs a spoon, scooping out a bit that Sunjata turns to in time to devour.
It’s almost painful how close to home it tastes, but it’s nostalgic in all the beautiful ways that he can remember. And it’s those conflicting thoughts that flicker through the steel as he peers at Nate, in what appears to be consideration. He leans in, however, pressing another kiss to Nate’s lips that certainly has an edge of blackberry on his tongue, before he withdraws before he can get lost within it again. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you. He murmurs through the bond, offering everything he could to the Ascended.
But it’s his turn now, and he eyes the bag briefly, casting a smirk toward Nate. “Alright, so, we’re going to take this with us and go upstairs for your surprise.” He gives Nate a playful fanged look, his free hand scooping up the bag, sure Nate wouldn’t lose the spoon, and he tugs Nate along by the shoulders to slip up the stairs.
In a previously empty enough room, a black piano with yellowed ivory keys sits in the middle of it, a bit out of place and a bit less put together, but workable all the same.
I love you too. He rumbles back through the bond, giving into the kiss that effectively captures him, that he doesn’t want to end until he absolutely has to. It doesn’t mean he strays far, however, prolonging out the opening of the last gift to speak and playfully nudge Nate’s hip with his own, little pecks of kisses here and there.
As for it not being insisting, the raise of Sunjata’s brow in a challenge meets the Ascended briefly before he opens the gift. All options of retorts die on his tongue as he realizes what it is. He leans into Nate’s embrace a bit more, the obvious warmth and love and gratitude pouring through the bond in an overwhelming force.
His question of his doctor is met with confirmation, something that has Sunjata barking out an easy laugh, using moments like this to drown out the previous few days. It was easier that way, after all. So his arm lifts to wrap around Nate’s shoulders as Nate grabs a spoon, scooping out a bit that Sunjata turns to in time to devour.
It’s almost painful how close to home it tastes, but it’s nostalgic in all the beautiful ways that he can remember. And it’s those conflicting thoughts that flicker through the steel as he peers at Nate, in what appears to be consideration. He leans in, however, pressing another kiss to Nate’s lips that certainly has an edge of blackberry on his tongue, before he withdraws before he can get lost within it again. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you. He murmurs through the bond, offering everything he could to the Ascended.
But it’s his turn now, and he eyes the bag briefly, casting a smirk toward Nate. “Alright, so, we’re going to take this with us and go upstairs for your surprise.” He gives Nate a playful fanged look, his free hand scooping up the bag, sure Nate wouldn’t lose the spoon, and he tugs Nate along by the shoulders to slip up the stairs.
In a previously empty enough room, a black piano with yellowed ivory keys sits in the middle of it, a bit out of place and a bit less put together, but workable all the same.
no i don't mind the smoke, but your tears make me choke
are you okay? should i go away?
are you okay? should i go away?
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.
