SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
There’s pride and excitement that linger in the lines of Sunjata’s body, in the electricity that sparks and a possessiveness that takes over as the marks are seen – the sheen appearing from where blood would normally be drawn. It’s not the same as the matching bruises on the sides of his neck, hovering over compasses in quite visible sight… But it is something, and that something is what really matters in his mind.
Especially when the control of the situation is lost, and Sunjata’s far too close to finishing to regain any sort of composure. And just like that, the edge is reached, blown over in a mix of what smells like iron tinged with bitter ethanol and salt. He shatters in a trembling sensation into Nate – no warning, though it’s not like it matters much when Nate’s senses are deadened anyway. Though his thighs and body trembles as Nate pulls away, Sunjata’s head tilting back ever so slightly as he fights to catch his breath against the dry hoarseness of his throat.
He can feel Nate’s head against his leg, briefly, for a moment of collecting themselves before the partial shift of wings and claws are disappearing, though the blood remains as small tiny scrapes along his sides and of course the rakes down his hips. Nate leans up over him quickly after though, and Sunjata can’t help the way his hands wrap around the Ascended, pulling him tight while he takes his head into his hands, lips pressed against lips. He breaks the kiss momentarily to try and catch his breath, face nuzzling against Nate’s. “kom hier.” He hums, hoarse and rough. He waits a mere moment, to simply hold the other man, before he lets his lips seek out Nate’s and he tries to take it a bit deeper – still full of that afterglow, that heart thundering sensation, shifting to make room for Nate to drape about him, hands seeking raven hair and the rest of the Ascended’s body.
Especially when the control of the situation is lost, and Sunjata’s far too close to finishing to regain any sort of composure. And just like that, the edge is reached, blown over in a mix of what smells like iron tinged with bitter ethanol and salt. He shatters in a trembling sensation into Nate – no warning, though it’s not like it matters much when Nate’s senses are deadened anyway. Though his thighs and body trembles as Nate pulls away, Sunjata’s head tilting back ever so slightly as he fights to catch his breath against the dry hoarseness of his throat.
He can feel Nate’s head against his leg, briefly, for a moment of collecting themselves before the partial shift of wings and claws are disappearing, though the blood remains as small tiny scrapes along his sides and of course the rakes down his hips. Nate leans up over him quickly after though, and Sunjata can’t help the way his hands wrap around the Ascended, pulling him tight while he takes his head into his hands, lips pressed against lips. He breaks the kiss momentarily to try and catch his breath, face nuzzling against Nate’s. “kom hier.” He hums, hoarse and rough. He waits a mere moment, to simply hold the other man, before he lets his lips seek out Nate’s and he tries to take it a bit deeper – still full of that afterglow, that heart thundering sensation, shifting to make room for Nate to drape about him, hands seeking raven hair and the rest of the Ascended’s body.
'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.
