// the killer in me is the killer in you, my love, i send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
I think it is. He assures Nate, trying to fall into that joking tone and failing just as spectacularly as his husband. But it’s fine, because the inspection of the wrist and the hand on Nate’s cheek are more than enough for distractions. He presses a kiss to Nate, pulls away when his husband’s words reach him and Sunjata can’t help the way his stomach drops with it – but he manages to block out much of the sensation from traveling over. Instead, simply focusing on Nate and the fact that he was here and alive.
They both would have scars both internally and externally, but that didn’t mean he had to dwell on it now. He could focus on the here and now and with it, Nate’s question. Sunjata’s head is already bobbing despite Nate’s conviction to making something, moving to shift out of his husband’s lap to try and pull himself up and then Nate. “I have… Bread and soup.” He offers with a soft smile. “I could eat some more, though.” His voice is still hoarse but given the fact he hadn’t eaten for days now, adrift and lost at sea, well, it’s the least he can do to try and give Nate something familiar, something easy.
A hand is outstretched toward his husband, to pull him up in tandem despite both their shaky and trembling limbs, but once Nate’s up Sunjata wraps an arm around Nate, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go it’d all have been a dream.
They both would have scars both internally and externally, but that didn’t mean he had to dwell on it now. He could focus on the here and now and with it, Nate’s question. Sunjata’s head is already bobbing despite Nate’s conviction to making something, moving to shift out of his husband’s lap to try and pull himself up and then Nate. “I have… Bread and soup.” He offers with a soft smile. “I could eat some more, though.” His voice is still hoarse but given the fact he hadn’t eaten for days now, adrift and lost at sea, well, it’s the least he can do to try and give Nate something familiar, something easy.
A hand is outstretched toward his husband, to pull him up in tandem despite both their shaky and trembling limbs, but once Nate’s up Sunjata wraps an arm around Nate, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go it’d all have been a dream.
to wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone
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.
