Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

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

He doesn’t expect the stillness from Nate to be so… Tangible, at this moment. He’s stiff, almost board-like for a moment that has Sunjata nearly catching his breath in his quiet worry, quiet confusion of whether or not what he’s said was welcome or would be well received, unable to take them back now. So he stills too, aside from his heart thundering in his chest, trying to recoup from the blood that needs to revitalize his lungs and his mind.

And then Nate laughs, lips pressed to his cheek and suddenly that tension that had been growing in Sunjata releases as he tucks himself against Nate a bit more, lips against the other mans neck as he listens to the quiet sound of his voice, the way it almost breaks. And when the Ascended tries to pull him closer, hands spreading along his back, Sunjata gives into that as well – burrowing himself closer and tangling his hands into Nate’s hair to pull back and look back at the Ascended, brushing his nose by Nate’s. “Good, then.” He rumbles with some amusement, lips curling into a small playful smirk. “I have a lot of it to give.” An almost knowing look is given to him, smug and content.

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