i can't quite tell you how it hurt me, but my god
Sunjata’s head remains nestled in one static hand as he watches his husband, taking the apple slice in between his teeth the second Nate presses it against his lips. It’s idle chewing because he’s focused on Nate’s words, letting them wash over him, letting the words flush him in a visible way that he doesn’t even try to hide from – not like he used to. If anything, he tilts his head a bit more into Nate’s hand, eyes shutting briefly as he breathes in his husband’s scent, letting it soothe him. “Thank you.” He says quietly, thankful for the static hands and Nate’s Ascension that he might not feel the way his cheek blazes underneath it, the way the sun has brought out his freckles tenfold.
He only opens his eyes again to see the moment Nate’s working on his own slice, watching it as it falls apart in slow motion. It’s so jarring, the movement that Sunjata’s on edge – adrenaline built up and thundering in his neck as the apple goes flying and Nate’s shaking his hand. He doesn’t realize his breathing has increased until he’s standing between Nate’s legs, grabbing a little pair of metal tongs used for the ice behind the bar to pluck the insect from his husband’s thumb. “Here.” He pauses, making sure to squish the creature with no remorse with the bottom of his empty whiskey glass.
He takes Nate’s hand into his own, lifting it to his eye level to inspect it. Once he’s satisfied that everything is fine, he leans in and presses his lips to the wound, steel flicking up to catch Nate’s blues as the light of Nate’s passive illuminates his face with the pressure he places. “Allllll better.” He hums, before he pulls away a fraction, still keeping Nate’s hand in his own. “What the fuck was that thing?”
He only opens his eyes again to see the moment Nate’s working on his own slice, watching it as it falls apart in slow motion. It’s so jarring, the movement that Sunjata’s on edge – adrenaline built up and thundering in his neck as the apple goes flying and Nate’s shaking his hand. He doesn’t realize his breathing has increased until he’s standing between Nate’s legs, grabbing a little pair of metal tongs used for the ice behind the bar to pluck the insect from his husband’s thumb. “Here.” He pauses, making sure to squish the creature with no remorse with the bottom of his empty whiskey glass.
He takes Nate’s hand into his own, lifting it to his eye level to inspect it. Once he’s satisfied that everything is fine, he leans in and presses his lips to the wound, steel flicking up to catch Nate’s blues as the light of Nate’s passive illuminates his face with the pressure he places. “Allllll better.” He hums, before he pulls away a fraction, still keeping Nate’s hand in his own. “What the fuck was that thing?”
how it still aches today
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.
