SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Nate’s there, close, body to body, translating the words the attuned gives him. And something within it is relieving, to have this touchy part where Sunjata can explore, can relax, can… well, be in the moment, riding out the bliss emotionally and tangibly. Even when he goes to break the kiss to catch his breath — and damn what he wouldn’t give to not have to breathe, to see how long it lasts — Nate is there peppering kisses to his cheek.
Before long, their foreheads are together, Nate’s voice surprisingly steady compared to Sunjata’s tangle of words. He tilts his head up a small amount, nose brushing by Nate’s with a quiet fanged smirk granted in return. He understands, at the heart of it, but there’s a part of him that isn’t sure how to respond. He wants to argue, wants to say he absolutely doesn’t deserve it, but he can’t find it in him to ruin the moment. So he hums deep in his throat, moving his head to bury it along the wounds he’d given the ascended, pressing soft apologetic kisses to each one. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs instead.
Before long, their foreheads are together, Nate’s voice surprisingly steady compared to Sunjata’s tangle of words. He tilts his head up a small amount, nose brushing by Nate’s with a quiet fanged smirk granted in return. He understands, at the heart of it, but there’s a part of him that isn’t sure how to respond. He wants to argue, wants to say he absolutely doesn’t deserve it, but he can’t find it in him to ruin the moment. So he hums deep in his throat, moving his head to bury it along the wounds he’d given the ascended, pressing soft apologetic kisses to each one. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs instead.
'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.
