SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
“For now. Give it time.” He manages, a small smirk crossing his face, a hum of amusement leaving his throat, moving ever so slightly to seemingly drape over Nate as the Ascended wraps his arms around him. The playful bite receives some sort of response, and that’s good enough for Sunjata, shifting to listen to the bite of his words.
“Yes.” He answers, though it’s far softer — having hit that sensitivity. But he listens quite closely to the answer, tongue running along his lower lip as he focuses on what Nate has said. He has figured out the hair part, having drowned his hands in the dark raven hair — which is great for him, enjoying having that bit as well.
He stays in the same position, however, shifting his head a small amount to focus a bit more on Nate’s face. “What about this?” He questions softly, hand shifting to those claws to drag them along the Ascended’s side to the man’s hip, just short of drawing blood but enough to raise the skin beneath it before it settles. “And this?” He asks, diving into Nate’s neck again, tongue partially shifting to the coarseness of his panther shift, dragging along a mark he’d left on the other man but in a sharp, almost sandpaper harshness.
“Yes.” He answers, though it’s far softer — having hit that sensitivity. But he listens quite closely to the answer, tongue running along his lower lip as he focuses on what Nate has said. He has figured out the hair part, having drowned his hands in the dark raven hair — which is great for him, enjoying having that bit as well.
He stays in the same position, however, shifting his head a small amount to focus a bit more on Nate’s face. “What about this?” He questions softly, hand shifting to those claws to drag them along the Ascended’s side to the man’s hip, just short of drawing blood but enough to raise the skin beneath it before it settles. “And this?” He asks, diving into Nate’s neck again, tongue partially shifting to the coarseness of his panther shift, dragging along a mark he’d left on the other man but in a sharp, almost sandpaper harshness.
'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.
