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 doesn’t think he’ll regret it either. And honestly, it’s a huge first for him — surprised that there’s even some left to take on. But before Nate? Before all of this, a line of women dotted his past. He hadn’t even thought about it, not in the way Lusea had way back in the resistance. A first for him and he’d really have it no other way, with no one else to explore this side, to learn and shift and adapt with. Perhaps it would be easier? He can’t say, nor does he know what to expect.
He leaves that up to Nate to decide and figure out with him. He leaves it to the one that has helped him step back from the edge while getting close himself. Even still, Sunjata can feel the dampness to the shirt he wears, feel the shift in those ever changing moods of his as something feels easier, better, calmer. This is how he copes, perhaps not usually this fast… But Nate had been there for the last attempt at coping when his life had fallen apart. And now? Now what stopped him? Hadn’t Delphia told him to stop living in the past and move on?
Their lips crash together and it’s significantly different from before. He moves when Nate has his hands on him, pressing against him in every way he can. Some sort of hidden desperation within it that he can feel and he can’t quite hide himself away from. Body language has always been the way he knows how to show how much he cares. And he shows it now, with a tangle of hands in ashen and filthy clothes, bodies pressed against one another’s.
But of course, he has to breathe at some point regardless if Nate does, and the Ascended is the one that breaks it first while Sunjata’s hands slip and tangle in raven hair, somehow trying to hide the panting breaths he wants to take as he settles, calms, quells that rampaging storm within him. Nate doesn’t let him go so easily, peppering his skin with kisses that both feel freeing and relieving, while guilty all the same. At least his mind isn’t swimming quite as bad, though his legs are sore and his back hurts, littered with bruises from the way he’d been squished and fallen upon while he and Nate worked to save peoples lives.
Nate’s comment is met with a breathy sigh, a half assed attempt at a groan as he leans forward and rests his horned head on Nate’s shoulder. “You’re covered in it too, you know.” He rumbles with some hint of accusation, pulling away a few moments later as his hand ghosts by Nate’s cheek. “Come on.” He sighs somewhat heavily, pushing away and up, one slight sway as he regains his balance to guide Nate up the stairs at the back of the house — both too tall and having to duck beneath the floor of the last few steps.
He leaves that up to Nate to decide and figure out with him. He leaves it to the one that has helped him step back from the edge while getting close himself. Even still, Sunjata can feel the dampness to the shirt he wears, feel the shift in those ever changing moods of his as something feels easier, better, calmer. This is how he copes, perhaps not usually this fast… But Nate had been there for the last attempt at coping when his life had fallen apart. And now? Now what stopped him? Hadn’t Delphia told him to stop living in the past and move on?
Their lips crash together and it’s significantly different from before. He moves when Nate has his hands on him, pressing against him in every way he can. Some sort of hidden desperation within it that he can feel and he can’t quite hide himself away from. Body language has always been the way he knows how to show how much he cares. And he shows it now, with a tangle of hands in ashen and filthy clothes, bodies pressed against one another’s.
But of course, he has to breathe at some point regardless if Nate does, and the Ascended is the one that breaks it first while Sunjata’s hands slip and tangle in raven hair, somehow trying to hide the panting breaths he wants to take as he settles, calms, quells that rampaging storm within him. Nate doesn’t let him go so easily, peppering his skin with kisses that both feel freeing and relieving, while guilty all the same. At least his mind isn’t swimming quite as bad, though his legs are sore and his back hurts, littered with bruises from the way he’d been squished and fallen upon while he and Nate worked to save peoples lives.
Nate’s comment is met with a breathy sigh, a half assed attempt at a groan as he leans forward and rests his horned head on Nate’s shoulder. “You’re covered in it too, you know.” He rumbles with some hint of accusation, pulling away a few moments later as his hand ghosts by Nate’s cheek. “Come on.” He sighs somewhat heavily, pushing away and up, one slight sway as he regains his balance to guide Nate up the stairs at the back of the house — both too tall and having to duck beneath the floor of the last few steps.
'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.
