// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
If anything, it helps because she, too, is in the same figurative boat (or has been,) as he currently finds himself. So he focuses instead on the next, stuffing down those feelings that he’s kept bottled up for so long that she’s allowed him to spill over, content to let the relief of pressure be enough for him for now while he comes to terms with it all.
Her soft regal voice reaches him through the attuned bond, and he does manage a soft little huff of a sound that could be considered as close to a laugh as he can get in this space, nodding when he reaches for her to utter a quiet, exhausted you do. Lately, the believing in himself has gotten easier – the further away from the war and the things he’s had to do that in the end hadn’t even mattered have been the tiniest of boons to keep him afloat, realizing that there are things that he can do and succeed at, that he can believe in himself with.
Regardless, he reaches for her and pulls her in, murmurs sweet tones of Korofi to her as she presses into his hand like a starving plant and he’s the sun. He feels her surprise and he cherishes it selfishly, feeling her smooth, delicate hands squeeze along his neck and forearms in a way that can convey feelings far better than his own words can.
His lips find her forehead, gentle and tender as they spend the few moments in each other’s space, Petronella busies herself with exploring the expanse of Sunjata’s shoulders again, but he leans in to steal a chaste kiss in response to her attuned question. A shower would be nice. I did eat before the final stretch home, but if you want something sweet I wouldn’t say no. He pulls away slightly to look upon her with a raised brow, stuffing those sensations further down for the bout of relaxed playfulness of having a dessert right before bed.
For now, everything is right for him. She’s home and in his arms and safe. And even though Petronella sparks uncertainty and fear in its baseline, for now she too is safe. And it soothes him enough to set the sea panther onto the bed, to take Hotaru's hand and pull her in toward the shower to get started on the rest of their evening.
- FIN <333
Her soft regal voice reaches him through the attuned bond, and he does manage a soft little huff of a sound that could be considered as close to a laugh as he can get in this space, nodding when he reaches for her to utter a quiet, exhausted you do. Lately, the believing in himself has gotten easier – the further away from the war and the things he’s had to do that in the end hadn’t even mattered have been the tiniest of boons to keep him afloat, realizing that there are things that he can do and succeed at, that he can believe in himself with.
Regardless, he reaches for her and pulls her in, murmurs sweet tones of Korofi to her as she presses into his hand like a starving plant and he’s the sun. He feels her surprise and he cherishes it selfishly, feeling her smooth, delicate hands squeeze along his neck and forearms in a way that can convey feelings far better than his own words can.
His lips find her forehead, gentle and tender as they spend the few moments in each other’s space, Petronella busies herself with exploring the expanse of Sunjata’s shoulders again, but he leans in to steal a chaste kiss in response to her attuned question. A shower would be nice. I did eat before the final stretch home, but if you want something sweet I wouldn’t say no. He pulls away slightly to look upon her with a raised brow, stuffing those sensations further down for the bout of relaxed playfulness of having a dessert right before bed.
For now, everything is right for him. She’s home and in his arms and safe. And even though Petronella sparks uncertainty and fear in its baseline, for now she too is safe. And it soothes him enough to set the sea panther onto the bed, to take Hotaru's hand and pull her in toward the shower to get started on the rest of their evening.
- FIN <333
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
