Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

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

There’s a scoff added to Nate’s snort that seems to make it better — to dance around the subject because he’s not totally sure he can manage diving straight into it. Either not drunk enough or too fragile mentally to give into it. Instead, his hands find Nate, calloused fingers drifting along pale skin — so at odds from the tanned bronze and freckles Sunjata boasts, and he hums a quiet sound as Nate’s lips brush against his cheek, streams of ashen ink adding to his skin that had just ran clear.

While Nate dips under the water, Sunjata’s hands roam, move to clean the Ascended’s cheeks, along his neck, inspecting him for other places aside from his hair that the ash might have reached. “I really do.” He agrees with a quiet smirk crossing his face. “I don’t know why disaster finds me so attractive, yet here we are.” Another playful wink given toward Nate as he reaches out blindly for hips, something Sunjata gives into as his hands roam through raven hair. As Nate tilts his head back into the water, Sunjata nears his horned head in, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of his jaw and along his neck, pausing to chuckle a bit of breathy air along Nate’s skin.

“It absolutely was.” He withdraws a small amount, bracing his arms on either side of Nate with a challenging raise of his brow. In addition to the horns that remain on his head, in the space between where his arms are and the rest of his body, a dark black membrane begins to expand, offering soft and tender silken webbing between his forearms and his sides, almost as if he’s cocooning Nate in the process. “I can be a lot of things, I’m sure you found out.” Likely when Nate had used his orca shift, the way he likely had to sift through the lot of them to find it.

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