Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

He doesn’t mind whether or not Nate tries to appear more humanlike in his nature – Sunjata’s too far past his exhaustion to care whether or not the other man blinks or moves to pretend to breathe. Instead, the hand that reaches up to brush against his own cheek soon moves after to run through ashy hair, settling back in the chair and inhaling with a quiet wheeze that feels tight when he goes to exhale.

Nate’s words are careful, and his steel gaze flickers over the man as he gestures, a small shake of his head before he lowers the hand in his hair to reach for Nate’s own cheek – still flickers of ash in his dark raven hair. “I’m okay, Nate.” He rumbles, attempting to give a small smile to try and prevent the idea that he’s sick enough with a case of something Nate can’t fix. He knows the Ascended well enough now to know what he’s searching for.

Sunjata doesn’t have that.

So instead, he tilts his head a small amount, gaze flickering over the Ascended with some pang of pain flickering in his heart, in his mind – mental wounds that stack on top of one another. “I’m just tired of it, you know? Everything imploding all the fucking time.” A heavy sigh to that, hand dropping away from the Ascended as his anxiety shows through in the form of navy feathers peppering and sprouting from tattooed shoulders.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed