you know i'm gonna change, things just don't stay the same no more
A tangle of limbs and fur and wings is exactly how Sunjata wishes to continue this day. So it’s no surprise that he’s almost fallen asleep when Nate starts to shift, the Attuned fully enjoying the moment and the warmth, the quiet moments of telling the kittens to chill out while they go bat at Haai’s ear for the twelfth time. He makes no effort to help Nate get disentangled, sure that if he were to try and help that he’d simply tug the man back into the tangle and he’d have to start all over again. Still, a quiet grumble leaves him of discontent, his gaze lifting to Nate who peers down at him with his hands on his hips.
A huff of a laugh leaves him at the image, a crooked smile crossing his face. “Oh, I’m invited in to help?” He asks, a question that has that smile growing a bit more, a raise of his dark brow, before he’s looking down at the kittens that still haven’t settled and Haai who looks just about done with their shit. So he puffs out a quiet sigh, shifting in the bed and tucking his wings in to pull himself out, to help the kittens down off the bed where they promptly decide that playing with the ends of the blankets is far more fun than annoying the griffin. “If it’s another blackberry pie I might die.” Another low tease of his tone, before he’s rising from the bed and pressing a kiss to Nate’s cheek, before stepping out and toward the hallway to take the stairs down to the kitchen, slipping his hand into Nate’s and tugging the Ascended along.
“What’re we going to have?” He asks once they reach the bottom flight, turning to face Nate and walk backwards so he might keep his husband in his vision and not have to let go of his hand.
A huff of a laugh leaves him at the image, a crooked smile crossing his face. “Oh, I’m invited in to help?” He asks, a question that has that smile growing a bit more, a raise of his dark brow, before he’s looking down at the kittens that still haven’t settled and Haai who looks just about done with their shit. So he puffs out a quiet sigh, shifting in the bed and tucking his wings in to pull himself out, to help the kittens down off the bed where they promptly decide that playing with the ends of the blankets is far more fun than annoying the griffin. “If it’s another blackberry pie I might die.” Another low tease of his tone, before he’s rising from the bed and pressing a kiss to Nate’s cheek, before stepping out and toward the hallway to take the stairs down to the kitchen, slipping his hand into Nate’s and tugging the Ascended along.
“What’re we going to have?” He asks once they reach the bottom flight, turning to face Nate and walk backwards so he might keep his husband in his vision and not have to let go of his hand.
you know i'm gonna break your fading heart
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.
