darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
The surprise as it overtakes her face is one that Sunjata can already tell is a golden gleam of happiness, and it already begins to offer relief of the tension through his bones at the mere idea that she might say no. The tears are bright and already Sunjata’s crooked smile slants a touch apologetic – because he hadn’t wanted her to tear up, happy tears or not – but as her hand cups his scarred cheek, he angles up enough that his tall frame does help to meet her halfway for the kiss to seal the deal.
And caring very little for any attuned bonds throughout, all the same that Hotaru does, its light and warmth and everything opposite to the dark hollow void he had been since the war ended. I love you too, liefde. Happy birthday. He hums through the bond, voice richer and more thickly accented, before he hears the rest of the group offer their excitement and then suddenly the fact he’s starting to stand by the time Enzo and Flora swarm the Valkyrie and he chuckles a soft laugh as he steps back to let her embrace everything and everyone that was important to her.
After all, it was all for her.
“Looks like we’re a little behind everyone else on the drinks, huh?” He asks on the heels of Enzo’s comment, looking toward his fiancée with that same slanted grin, stepping away to retrieve a few that Flora had already made. He hands Hotaru one, squeezing her arm gently, before his steel gaze scans the rest of those in attendance – nodding his gratitude with that bright smile to Deimos belatedly for the congratulations, before he’s stepping over to greet Melita with relief slumping his shoulders some. “Thanks, by the way.” He murmurs to his niece with a knowing look before he’s downing some of his drink and tries to determine just where Hotaru would flounce toward next – figuring he’ll leave her to speak to Deimos without him hovering beside her.
And caring very little for any attuned bonds throughout, all the same that Hotaru does, its light and warmth and everything opposite to the dark hollow void he had been since the war ended. I love you too, liefde. Happy birthday. He hums through the bond, voice richer and more thickly accented, before he hears the rest of the group offer their excitement and then suddenly the fact he’s starting to stand by the time Enzo and Flora swarm the Valkyrie and he chuckles a soft laugh as he steps back to let her embrace everything and everyone that was important to her.
After all, it was all for her.
“Looks like we’re a little behind everyone else on the drinks, huh?” He asks on the heels of Enzo’s comment, looking toward his fiancée with that same slanted grin, stepping away to retrieve a few that Flora had already made. He hands Hotaru one, squeezing her arm gently, before his steel gaze scans the rest of those in attendance – nodding his gratitude with that bright smile to Deimos belatedly for the congratulations, before he’s stepping over to greet Melita with relief slumping his shoulders some. “Thanks, by the way.” He murmurs to his niece with a knowing look before he’s downing some of his drink and tries to determine just where Hotaru would flounce toward next – figuring he’ll leave her to speak to Deimos without him hovering beside her.
and I think I love you
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.
