// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
The VlamVloed had been home once, it had been an escape. And perhaps that’s what he finds now as he groggily makes his way back there – a hideaway where he can occupy his old room upstairs, where he can go undisturbed aside from when Nate comes and goes. Truly, they’re there for him and Sunjata doesn’t mind – it was nice, after all, almost like a little getaway. At least, it would have been if it weren’t for the news earlier, the panic, and the long six hours he’d passed out in Isla’s office.
But he makes it back, showered and clean, crawling into bed with his wings out to heal as much as they could, wrapped up in blankets and full of food and water. He doesn’t trust himself to smoke, worried he might fall asleep and set the place ablaze, so he does his best to try and remain awake for when Nate comes in. The sealed letter remains in his hands and despite his best attempts to stay awake he dozes off a few times – the first time he’s been able to sleep without the terrors reaching up for him.
That’s how Nate would find him, as if he were staying up late to wait for him (which he had), only to have fallen asleep during the watch. The letter is still clutched in his hand, his face half pressed into pillows that prop him up, wrapped in blankets and furs to ward off the chill despite the warmth of the fireplace in the corner. It’s almost the picture perfect of peace for Sunjata, Haai curled up on the floor, not wanting to take up too much space from the bed, stretched out much like Sunjata is.
But he makes it back, showered and clean, crawling into bed with his wings out to heal as much as they could, wrapped up in blankets and full of food and water. He doesn’t trust himself to smoke, worried he might fall asleep and set the place ablaze, so he does his best to try and remain awake for when Nate comes in. The sealed letter remains in his hands and despite his best attempts to stay awake he dozes off a few times – the first time he’s been able to sleep without the terrors reaching up for him.
That’s how Nate would find him, as if he were staying up late to wait for him (which he had), only to have fallen asleep during the watch. The letter is still clutched in his hand, his face half pressed into pillows that prop him up, wrapped in blankets and furs to ward off the chill despite the warmth of the fireplace in the corner. It’s almost the picture perfect of peace for Sunjata, Haai curled up on the floor, not wanting to take up too much space from the bed, stretched out much like Sunjata is.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
