i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
“It is morning.” He assures her as they make their way out of the tent, on the way toward the home, little detours made so she might be able to experience the sunlight that glimmers above, that hides away the stars she’s so used to calling home. He picks her up, begins the trek, holding her close to him as her fingers draw along his stubble. “Hello, sweetheart.” He says, casting a glance over his daughter to ensure that she’s okay.
They reach the door quickly, Sunjata pausing to inform Kamaria of the fact that there was someone within and the quiet fury he feels buzzing from Nate and the strangled ‘bring her in’ nearly sets his teeth on edge. But he holds off, doing as Nate’s said, trying to play both sides of the coin in providing ease and absolutely no problems when it comes to Kamaria’s attentive, childlike eye, as well as trying to offer some sort of guardedness, a sense that he hopes Nate might tell him if it’s too much.
“He does, yes!” He chimes to her in a gentle coo, shuffling her in his arms to one side so he can open the door that she’d knocked on the night before, stepping inside and finding Nate not at all the picture of what the blood ring describes. It stills him, a brief stumble at the intensity of the switch, but he recovers as he slips out of his shoes. "Good morning, Skatjie." He greets in return, pretending that he doesn't feel the rage through the bond.
There’s a moment where Sunjata simply watches the two, unsure how to go about any of this, feeling like he’ll fuck it up one way or another. So he tears his gaze away from his husband to his daughter instead, plastering on an equally easy smile. “And this is Nate.” He murmurs to her, as if giving her a quiet heads up ahead of time, his head nearing his daughters to look back over at Nate. Did Nate want to be called anything? Was it fair to ask that? Would it be so simple as to just say that he’s his husband? Or would it do better to leave it simply at Nate?
He doesn’t know, and there’s a quiet panic that settles on his side of the bond, a thundering heartbeat that seems to suggest he’s being trapped and that there isn’t an answer good enough. So he fumbles, as he always does, leaves it empty for Nate to explain. It's easier that way.
They reach the door quickly, Sunjata pausing to inform Kamaria of the fact that there was someone within and the quiet fury he feels buzzing from Nate and the strangled ‘bring her in’ nearly sets his teeth on edge. But he holds off, doing as Nate’s said, trying to play both sides of the coin in providing ease and absolutely no problems when it comes to Kamaria’s attentive, childlike eye, as well as trying to offer some sort of guardedness, a sense that he hopes Nate might tell him if it’s too much.
“He does, yes!” He chimes to her in a gentle coo, shuffling her in his arms to one side so he can open the door that she’d knocked on the night before, stepping inside and finding Nate not at all the picture of what the blood ring describes. It stills him, a brief stumble at the intensity of the switch, but he recovers as he slips out of his shoes. "Good morning, Skatjie." He greets in return, pretending that he doesn't feel the rage through the bond.
There’s a moment where Sunjata simply watches the two, unsure how to go about any of this, feeling like he’ll fuck it up one way or another. So he tears his gaze away from his husband to his daughter instead, plastering on an equally easy smile. “And this is Nate.” He murmurs to her, as if giving her a quiet heads up ahead of time, his head nearing his daughters to look back over at Nate. Did Nate want to be called anything? Was it fair to ask that? Would it be so simple as to just say that he’s his husband? Or would it do better to leave it simply at Nate?
He doesn’t know, and there’s a quiet panic that settles on his side of the bond, a thundering heartbeat that seems to suggest he’s being trapped and that there isn’t an answer good enough. So he fumbles, as he always does, leaves it empty for Nate to explain. It's easier that way.
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
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.
