Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

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

Sunjata’s always been a bit more similar to Nate in the sense of wanting to draw out those reactions. But with Nate, it had grown a small amount confusing, not familiar enough with the Ascended to know what he can and cannot feel, what kind of things he can try to get Nate to react much as Sunjata has. And so he has to test it, with raking claws down Nate’s side, watching the way the man’s brows furrow together briefly, the way his eyes flutter with the movement. Perfect.

The next test results in a similar sort of feeling, a smirk crossing Sunjata’s face as Nate reacts, arms tight against his body, a tremor shuddering it’s way through the Ascended, the way it takes him a few moments to reply. Yes, yes, this is perfect. So after a moment of tender kisses again, Sunjata decides to try one more thing.

The hand at Nate’s hip begins to drag upwards in that same pressure, tongue raking along those marks again to see what kind of reaction combining them might get. A hum vibrating through his throat against the Ascended, clawed fingers pausing and stilling occasionally. He smirks, pulling away to spy Nate’s face with shadowed, stormy steel, smug and content. “I have to share a little bit of what you give me, don‘t I?” He rumbles with a throaty purr of his voice.

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