SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Fuck off with that? Really? He wants to snort, to snap, to ignore everything that Nate has to say because deep down yes, he thinks. It would be better to do exactly that. But he lets it die as he pushes Nate against the wall, pinning him there with his arm, spotting the snarl and somewhere deep down he’s relishing in it – swallowing down whatever retort he has slipping on the tip of his tongue. But Nate’s reaching up, a growl and a hiss slipping from the Ascended that only spurs Sunjata on.
Somehow, it’s surprising to him to hear that Nate also has that fear, reaching up to pull at his horn which causes Sunjata to attempt a small shove back – unsuccessful in the way that Nate has his hand wrapped around the horn. After all, it’s not like Sunjata can hurt him in any other way than emotionally, really. And so his jaw clenches, head shaking a small amount with the movement as he tries to get through it, aiming an attempt to ignore Nate the best he can.
Nate presses up against him, and Sunjata pushes back down – pinning the best he can, arm slipping from Nate’s front to where Sunjata’s body hovers above, arms braced on either side of the Ascended around the middle so he can’t simply just slip out. “Last time I checked, I could get burned by fire and not fucking explode.” He growls back, until of course… Of course, Nate has to admit that he’s being far more reasonable. That he doesn’t want to lose him, an echo of those before him and Sunjata feels those fractures in his chest growing and sparking, and he shivers beneath the tone.
And he shuts down, internally, gaze losing all of its sharpness, its narrowness, making room for the sorrow that breaks through, the pain that flickers across his face. The idea that he'd be okay with becoming just like Nate's brother, said aloud to the Ascended's face cuts deep. And he feels like such a dick for it. Everything he's said tonight. “I’m..” He doesn’t know what to say, head hanging slightly as he shakes it, exhaling slowly, mind swimming once more. “I’m sorry.”
Somehow, it’s surprising to him to hear that Nate also has that fear, reaching up to pull at his horn which causes Sunjata to attempt a small shove back – unsuccessful in the way that Nate has his hand wrapped around the horn. After all, it’s not like Sunjata can hurt him in any other way than emotionally, really. And so his jaw clenches, head shaking a small amount with the movement as he tries to get through it, aiming an attempt to ignore Nate the best he can.
Nate presses up against him, and Sunjata pushes back down – pinning the best he can, arm slipping from Nate’s front to where Sunjata’s body hovers above, arms braced on either side of the Ascended around the middle so he can’t simply just slip out. “Last time I checked, I could get burned by fire and not fucking explode.” He growls back, until of course… Of course, Nate has to admit that he’s being far more reasonable. That he doesn’t want to lose him, an echo of those before him and Sunjata feels those fractures in his chest growing and sparking, and he shivers beneath the tone.
And he shuts down, internally, gaze losing all of its sharpness, its narrowness, making room for the sorrow that breaks through, the pain that flickers across his face. The idea that he'd be okay with becoming just like Nate's brother, said aloud to the Ascended's face cuts deep. And he feels like such a dick for it. Everything he's said tonight. “I’m..” He doesn’t know what to say, head hanging slightly as he shakes it, exhaling slowly, mind swimming once more. “I’m sorry.”
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
