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
Kamaria’s attempts to get his attention when it comes to trying to help get Nate to agree to letting them go with him, are met with a sad smile and a slight shake of his head as Nate pipes up his own response – one that Sunjata pulses with quiet gratitude for, because he’d have never thought of putting it that way, even if the both of them know it isn’t a simple sickness like that, that it wasn’t contagious. “He’s right, sweetheart.” He rumbles gently, offering an easier smile of encouragement.
Sunjata’s distracted by the conversation Kamaria has of seashells and the hum of Nate’s voice that flickers in his mind, and he subconsciously nods his agreement. Shouldn’t be so bad. He offers quietly. At least the boxes were still mostly unpacked and easy to relocate to another location. He comes back into the conversation when he hears Nate talk of seashells and no room for herself or the kittens or flowers. “We’ll put plenty in there, though, don’t you worry.” He reassures his daughter, leaning over to give her shoulders a light squeeze in a gentle hug.
His gaze lifts to Nate and the laughter that reaches him, and despite the awkwardness Sunjata finds himself managing a soft half smile back to his husband, nodding in vibrant agreement. He remains quiet as Nate explains what his favorite breakfast is and Sunjata pauses quietly as he considers it. He’d never known that, if it were true, and he can’t help but to send the question along the bond. Is that truly your favorite? There’s no judgement in it, just simple curiosity on something Sunjata’s never had the idea of asking about himself.
As for the whole breakfast, Sunjata hums lightly under his breath. “What about just the pancakes, fruit, and eggs, hm?” He watches Kamaria’s face for the reaction. “How much do you think you can eat?” He asks the little girl, awaiting some amount that was sure to surprise and amuse him in her answer.
Sunjata’s distracted by the conversation Kamaria has of seashells and the hum of Nate’s voice that flickers in his mind, and he subconsciously nods his agreement. Shouldn’t be so bad. He offers quietly. At least the boxes were still mostly unpacked and easy to relocate to another location. He comes back into the conversation when he hears Nate talk of seashells and no room for herself or the kittens or flowers. “We’ll put plenty in there, though, don’t you worry.” He reassures his daughter, leaning over to give her shoulders a light squeeze in a gentle hug.
His gaze lifts to Nate and the laughter that reaches him, and despite the awkwardness Sunjata finds himself managing a soft half smile back to his husband, nodding in vibrant agreement. He remains quiet as Nate explains what his favorite breakfast is and Sunjata pauses quietly as he considers it. He’d never known that, if it were true, and he can’t help but to send the question along the bond. Is that truly your favorite? There’s no judgement in it, just simple curiosity on something Sunjata’s never had the idea of asking about himself.
As for the whole breakfast, Sunjata hums lightly under his breath. “What about just the pancakes, fruit, and eggs, hm?” He watches Kamaria’s face for the reaction. “How much do you think you can eat?” He asks the little girl, awaiting some amount that was sure to surprise and amuse him in her answer.
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.
