// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
Pride simply rebounds from the Ascended back to Sunjata with the tackle, a small laugh leaving him that could be considered giddy almost. The fire and the warm dinner and the sleeping bags laid down together make a perfect night under their own roof when Sunjata manages to fall asleep, gladly and welcomingly sore.
The next morning comes and Sunjata’s slow to start, too torn up in curling into his husband for as long as he can before they have to get up, some protests leaving him both audibly and through the bond. But Nate decides what he wants to work on and Sunjata focuses on the windows, placing the panes and ensuring the doors fit, before he’s finished and getting tugged toward the bench, Sunjata sinking in easily and readjusting so that his head might rest in Nate’s lap, peering up at him with surprisingly bright steel.
I love you too. He murmurs softly, brows pinching as Nate begins to speak of something regarding the Voice. He sits up, reaching up to press a soft kiss to the side of Nate’s jaw where he works it the most. Of course, skatjie. He pauses, remaining to nuzzle into Nate’s neck. “What is it?”
The next morning comes and Sunjata’s slow to start, too torn up in curling into his husband for as long as he can before they have to get up, some protests leaving him both audibly and through the bond. But Nate decides what he wants to work on and Sunjata focuses on the windows, placing the panes and ensuring the doors fit, before he’s finished and getting tugged toward the bench, Sunjata sinking in easily and readjusting so that his head might rest in Nate’s lap, peering up at him with surprisingly bright steel.
I love you too. He murmurs softly, brows pinching as Nate begins to speak of something regarding the Voice. He sits up, reaching up to press a soft kiss to the side of Nate’s jaw where he works it the most. Of course, skatjie. He pauses, remaining to nuzzle into Nate’s neck. “What is it?”
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
