oh, i've been low, but damnit i bet it don't show // it was heaven a moment ago
It does make it easier on him. And there’s a part of him that sounds so much like his father that tells him it’s a mistake – that he shouldn’t lean on others as much as he does, even if he wholly loves the other with every ounce of himself. But he’s said it, laid out the offer, and it has been accepted. Sunjata can panic about what it means later – whether Nate had truly wanted it or if he’d fallen apart so far that Nate had felt he needed to say yes.
So he lifts his head, Nate meeting him almost immediately – their foreheads pressed together and Sunjata finds himself closing his eyes – breathing him in as if Nate was the solution to the way his body seems to tremble. But Nate cuts off and it’s a sensation that has Sunjata’s gaze lifting – trying to peer through the blurriness of how close they are, despite how draped upon him he is, his locked hands at Nate’s back giving him a squeeze as the reinforcement of the demigods words leave him.
And I’ll take care of you, Skatjie. It’s aired quietly, Sunjata finally managing to get a few mouthfuls of air in his lungs to steady him, moving to sit up a bit more so that he can actually focus on Nate’s face. His arms find Nate’s shoulders, moving to wrap around his neck instead as his wings rise to shroud them as if it blocks them from the world.
I, uh, Aurelia’s a hybrid now. She’s attuned… He trails off, sniffling away the lingering sense of his breakdown as if he can simply sweep it under the rug. So I didn’t have to talk aloud. Throat still hurts, though. Feels like talking through sandpaper. His lips quirk, pursing slightly in his displeasure with such a thing, before his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.
So he lifts his head, Nate meeting him almost immediately – their foreheads pressed together and Sunjata finds himself closing his eyes – breathing him in as if Nate was the solution to the way his body seems to tremble. But Nate cuts off and it’s a sensation that has Sunjata’s gaze lifting – trying to peer through the blurriness of how close they are, despite how draped upon him he is, his locked hands at Nate’s back giving him a squeeze as the reinforcement of the demigods words leave him.
And I’ll take care of you, Skatjie. It’s aired quietly, Sunjata finally managing to get a few mouthfuls of air in his lungs to steady him, moving to sit up a bit more so that he can actually focus on Nate’s face. His arms find Nate’s shoulders, moving to wrap around his neck instead as his wings rise to shroud them as if it blocks them from the world.
I, uh, Aurelia’s a hybrid now. She’s attuned… He trails off, sniffling away the lingering sense of his breakdown as if he can simply sweep it under the rug. So I didn’t have to talk aloud. Throat still hurts, though. Feels like talking through sandpaper. His lips quirk, pursing slightly in his displeasure with such a thing, before his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.
i had it, almost // we had it almost
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.
