SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
He’s quiet, shaking but quiet, when he moves to try and get Nate’s attention, listening intently for whatever the Ascended has to say. And it shutters his head within him, thundering against his ribcage with the pressure applied from the feeling he gets when he sees Nate’s electric blues, almost dimmed, swimming in a range of emotions and feelings that Sunjata can’t help but to feel reciprocated along his own hard lines of his face.
The laugh that he receives from Nate as the man tilts his head back into his hand, only has Sunjata clutching him closer – feeling that emptiness within, that great divide, that yawning expanse of nothing but a void of black and pit of despair. His nostrils flare as Nate’s hand lifts to cup his jaw, and his gaze shutters closed briefly, tilting his head into the touch as if telling him it’s okay. An exhale slow and shaky, attempting to keep it under wraps, before his gaze flickers open, a tear slipping from the edge of his eye as the muscles beneath Nate’s hand flex with some hidden shame of having it happen.
Still, he remains silent, giving Nate the time to go through the throws of his own emotions, letting the Ascended fight through the block in his throat just as Sunjata tries to swallow his down. And it fucking hurts to do so, leaving his throat raw and hoarse and feeling as though it’s closing up. He half wants to tell Nate that he’s going to need a lot of those talk backs, of those words shouted and argued against him when he becomes too stubborn and too lost to listen.
But it only gets worse from here… At least for Sunjata. His gaze opens to meet Nate’s as soon as their foreheads are touching, Sunjata’s trembling breaths raking across the Ascended as his hand begins to twist in Nate’s dark hair as if it’s some sort of contact, some connection that can’t be so easily shrugged off or taken away. But this confession? The confession gets him to still completely – unsure whether or not to try and clarify of which kind of love Nate means.
Because that makes all the difference doesn’t it?
So his gaze shutters shut again, taking a few moments to inhale deeply. “How?”
The laugh that he receives from Nate as the man tilts his head back into his hand, only has Sunjata clutching him closer – feeling that emptiness within, that great divide, that yawning expanse of nothing but a void of black and pit of despair. His nostrils flare as Nate’s hand lifts to cup his jaw, and his gaze shutters closed briefly, tilting his head into the touch as if telling him it’s okay. An exhale slow and shaky, attempting to keep it under wraps, before his gaze flickers open, a tear slipping from the edge of his eye as the muscles beneath Nate’s hand flex with some hidden shame of having it happen.
Still, he remains silent, giving Nate the time to go through the throws of his own emotions, letting the Ascended fight through the block in his throat just as Sunjata tries to swallow his down. And it fucking hurts to do so, leaving his throat raw and hoarse and feeling as though it’s closing up. He half wants to tell Nate that he’s going to need a lot of those talk backs, of those words shouted and argued against him when he becomes too stubborn and too lost to listen.
But it only gets worse from here… At least for Sunjata. His gaze opens to meet Nate’s as soon as their foreheads are touching, Sunjata’s trembling breaths raking across the Ascended as his hand begins to twist in Nate’s dark hair as if it’s some sort of contact, some connection that can’t be so easily shrugged off or taken away. But this confession? The confession gets him to still completely – unsure whether or not to try and clarify of which kind of love Nate means.
Because that makes all the difference doesn’t it?
So his gaze shutters shut again, taking a few moments to inhale deeply. “How?”
'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.
