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 can feel Nate’s jaw feather beneath his touch – so keenly aware with all his senses intact, with all the shifts beneath his skin that align him in such a way that he feels so incredibly deeply in comparison to the dull sensation that Nate receives. But he tries all the same, to give that same soothing touch, the same brush of gentleness that Nate still manages to offer despite not really needing to. Even as he stumbles over what he wants to say, what he’s trying to say, Nate understands as the man stills.
Some sort of relief wells within him at the fact that Nate doesn’t need those things, though he shouldn’t be surprised. Somehow, he’d thought it was something that everyone else required from him, needed from him to know it was real despite whatever feeling he brought up. This felt… Different. A good kind of different despite the vast void yawning within and around him. The only good feeling as of late with a life that had grown so… Dark, bloodthirsty with the daggers that had clattered onto one of the tables in the room.
He doesn’t care where, doesn’t even think about Safrin as a tattooed arm whirled with waves and her own galaxies come around to hold the Ascended closer as Nate does the same, maneuvering his jaw ever so slightly, feeling the light huff that leaves Nate at the comment. Some sort of hollow hum leaving his throat, hoarse and quiet in agreement. “Something something, you’ll regret it at some point, something something, probably.” He replies hoarsely with dry humor, his throat dry and tight – a recollection of a night quite a long time ago now at this point it feels like.
Their eyes search one another’s, Sunjata’s fingers curling and tangling in Nate’s hair a bit more, as he angles himself to face the Ascended a bit more fully, hands shifting from hair to cheeks in some sort of mirror image of where Nate drags his own fingers along freckled cheeks. The question is a surprise, a welcome one, but a surprise nonetheless. And without an answer that’s audible, Sunjata’s fingers slip back into the raven hair as an anchor of sorts on his drifting sea, a deep and nearly tentative inhale shuddering through him as he replies in the best way he knows how.
His head tilts forward toward Nate, aiming for lips to crash upon lips.
Some sort of relief wells within him at the fact that Nate doesn’t need those things, though he shouldn’t be surprised. Somehow, he’d thought it was something that everyone else required from him, needed from him to know it was real despite whatever feeling he brought up. This felt… Different. A good kind of different despite the vast void yawning within and around him. The only good feeling as of late with a life that had grown so… Dark, bloodthirsty with the daggers that had clattered onto one of the tables in the room.
He doesn’t care where, doesn’t even think about Safrin as a tattooed arm whirled with waves and her own galaxies come around to hold the Ascended closer as Nate does the same, maneuvering his jaw ever so slightly, feeling the light huff that leaves Nate at the comment. Some sort of hollow hum leaving his throat, hoarse and quiet in agreement. “Something something, you’ll regret it at some point, something something, probably.” He replies hoarsely with dry humor, his throat dry and tight – a recollection of a night quite a long time ago now at this point it feels like.
Their eyes search one another’s, Sunjata’s fingers curling and tangling in Nate’s hair a bit more, as he angles himself to face the Ascended a bit more fully, hands shifting from hair to cheeks in some sort of mirror image of where Nate drags his own fingers along freckled cheeks. The question is a surprise, a welcome one, but a surprise nonetheless. And without an answer that’s audible, Sunjata’s fingers slip back into the raven hair as an anchor of sorts on his drifting sea, a deep and nearly tentative inhale shuddering through him as he replies in the best way he knows how.
His head tilts forward toward Nate, aiming for lips to crash upon lips.
'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.
