you know i'm gonna change, things just don't stay the same no more
Regardless of whether Nate says that it is or isn’t his words, Sunjata continues to mull them over as he peels the pears, stilling quite suddenly when there’s the sensation of cold starlight that floats toward him, his gaze narrowing on the pears momentarily as he stops peeling to glance back over at his husband. His brows pinch together, concern evident and suddenly on his face that the pear drops onto the counter. “What?” He asks, trying to ensure that he has it right before his heart thunders in his chest. “What?” Comes the second urgent one of Safrin offering Nate a bite.
He abandons the pears for the moment, setting the knife on the counter – his starry tattoos shifting a fraction faster as he moves to stand beside Nate while he mixes the spices, wondering how it could be so… Casual and yet not casual and wondering what the hell had happened. “You bit her.” It’s not a question, not an accusation either, but a statement. A fact, one that has his gaze flooded with worry, the bond flooded with impeccable fear. “What happened?” What was the result from a bite of a herald, of a god?
His mind works multiple times a moment, a glance cast toward the door where he’d been collecting and wrapping things for Nate to take with him to the Grounds, deciding that during LongNight if Safrin had done something to him, he’d need all the extra help. “Take the sword and the daggers with you when you go to the Grounds. Just… Just in case.” He knows the gods don’t answer during LongNight, but if there’s something that can give Nate an extra edge if Safrin had weakened him… Sunjata would give him everything.
Sunjata’s given Nate the following:
Type: Dark
Flametongue | Magic sword that sheds dim light like a torch and is warm to the touch; causes user to constantly have spice on the tongue as if they ate something fiery hot.
Type: Dark
Trident Daggers (Upgraded) | Two daggers perfectly weighted and sculpted for Sunjata. One can shoot fire in a 5ft arc and the other electricity.
He abandons the pears for the moment, setting the knife on the counter – his starry tattoos shifting a fraction faster as he moves to stand beside Nate while he mixes the spices, wondering how it could be so… Casual and yet not casual and wondering what the hell had happened. “You bit her.” It’s not a question, not an accusation either, but a statement. A fact, one that has his gaze flooded with worry, the bond flooded with impeccable fear. “What happened?” What was the result from a bite of a herald, of a god?
His mind works multiple times a moment, a glance cast toward the door where he’d been collecting and wrapping things for Nate to take with him to the Grounds, deciding that during LongNight if Safrin had done something to him, he’d need all the extra help. “Take the sword and the daggers with you when you go to the Grounds. Just… Just in case.” He knows the gods don’t answer during LongNight, but if there’s something that can give Nate an extra edge if Safrin had weakened him… Sunjata would give him everything.
Sunjata’s given Nate the following:
Type: Dark
Flametongue | Magic sword that sheds dim light like a torch and is warm to the touch; causes user to constantly have spice on the tongue as if they ate something fiery hot.
Type: Dark
Trident Daggers (Upgraded) | Two daggers perfectly weighted and sculpted for Sunjata. One can shoot fire in a 5ft arc and the other electricity.
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.
