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
“I’m okay.” He assures Kamaria swiftly, giving her a light squeeze in his arms before the introductions are made. Her excitement is palpable in the air, and somehow – someway, despite the rampage of worry and fear in his heart of this meeting going quite sour, Kamaria grounds him. It is bigger than the two of them now, and now he has this innocent child that doesn’t understand, doesn’t know any better.
Even as Nate’s feelings are shot over the bond, the cooling rage and the flood of sorrow. And all Sunjata can do when the tidal wave hits, is suck down a deep breath. His lips part when his daughter’s question is aired, but Nate beats him to the punch as it were, Sunjata giving her another soft and gentle squeeze. His gaze meets Nate’s before the bright smile flickers along Nate’s face – Sunjata realizing just how incredible of a liar his husband is and it sinks some part of him deep enough that it hits the murky bottom of his heart, of his soul. “We can’t touch him, but we can sit and talk!” He feigns some of that excitement as well – though Nate would know his heart sinks further at bringing yet another danger into the home.
But Nate was planning on a vacation, so at the end of the day… Well, this is where they were. Rampaging feelings sent over the blood ring, fake smiles and masks.
He moves into the home a bit further when Nate takes his step toward the kitchen, taking his daughter with him toward the little island. “He makes the best food in Torchline.” Sunjata murmurs, offering Kamaria a gentle smile, feigning just as much excitement about it as Nate does, hoping he’s even half as good as his husband is when it comes to the mask he wears. She hasn't eaten anything yet since Safrin dropped her off. He sends down the bond, a moment before he offers this next tidbit vocally. “And after that we have to get your room set up, remember?” It’s a hopeful notion that that ‘we’ includes Nate with the plan, but he leaves it vague enough for Nate to decide if he wants to join.
Reaching the little island, Sunjata pulls out the chair there, setting her within and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “What kind of things did you eat in the stars, liefde?” He asks her as he takes a seat beside her, doing his best to ensure she wasn’t going to fall out of the chair or go running amok through the home.
Even as Nate’s feelings are shot over the bond, the cooling rage and the flood of sorrow. And all Sunjata can do when the tidal wave hits, is suck down a deep breath. His lips part when his daughter’s question is aired, but Nate beats him to the punch as it were, Sunjata giving her another soft and gentle squeeze. His gaze meets Nate’s before the bright smile flickers along Nate’s face – Sunjata realizing just how incredible of a liar his husband is and it sinks some part of him deep enough that it hits the murky bottom of his heart, of his soul. “We can’t touch him, but we can sit and talk!” He feigns some of that excitement as well – though Nate would know his heart sinks further at bringing yet another danger into the home.
But Nate was planning on a vacation, so at the end of the day… Well, this is where they were. Rampaging feelings sent over the blood ring, fake smiles and masks.
He moves into the home a bit further when Nate takes his step toward the kitchen, taking his daughter with him toward the little island. “He makes the best food in Torchline.” Sunjata murmurs, offering Kamaria a gentle smile, feigning just as much excitement about it as Nate does, hoping he’s even half as good as his husband is when it comes to the mask he wears. She hasn't eaten anything yet since Safrin dropped her off. He sends down the bond, a moment before he offers this next tidbit vocally. “And after that we have to get your room set up, remember?” It’s a hopeful notion that that ‘we’ includes Nate with the plan, but he leaves it vague enough for Nate to decide if he wants to join.
Reaching the little island, Sunjata pulls out the chair there, setting her within and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “What kind of things did you eat in the stars, liefde?” He asks her as he takes a seat beside her, doing his best to ensure she wasn’t going to fall out of the chair or go running amok through the home.
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.
