flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes

// i may never sleep tonight as long as you're still burning bright
if i could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep //

A warm huff of what could be the start of a laugh starts to leave Sunjata, a nod granted, despite the warmth that blooms through his chest and every space that the two are connected. He’s used to cool bodies, used to Nate that seems to absorb and return the warmth he himself offers. And there’s a part of him quietly thankful that he’s chosen to be with the Ascended more often than not, given that the fact he’s a furnace would prove difficult when it comes to long summer days.

Regardless, he agrees, letting Jonah go so that he can fix himself up, running a hand through his hair now that he’s shoved his shifts back down into the recesses of his soul, readjusting his clothes before he moves. “Probably for the best. I’ll take you up.” He offers, running a hand along his neck momentarily before stepping ahead up the wooden stairs that creak, guiding him toward a secondary door out into the rest of the Grounds. He’s unsure whether Jonah wishes to stay in the VlamVloed, probably should have asked, but he opens the door into the setting sun regardless.

i'll stay awake 'til i trade my mistakes, or they fade away

SUNJATA