SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
In all honesty, it’ll take a while before Sunjata can feel like he might be able to move effortlessly like before. But he’s content with this, being in Nate’s arms while also holding the other man, giving into the proper kiss, moving just enough as the dorsal fin disappears and he loses his balance completely and falls back into the sand. But Nate’s still there, hasn’t gone anywhere, and the words from before reverberate within his mind. Sunjata’s not sure that’s entirely true – perhaps it was simply something that they hadn’t even considered yet.
The crashing waves are heard over the sound of his breath as it finally captures itself, quelling despite the sand sticking everywhere his body meets with it, where Nate’s hand trails through dark wavy hair around a pierced ear. He leans into it a small amount when Nate breaks the kiss, shadowed steel seeking out Nate’s own when their foreheads press together far softer than before. “I think you’re lying.” Sunjata offers with a small smirk, pulling away a small amount, one arm still wrapped around Nate’s middle, tracing idle circles with a fair amount of pressure to the Ascended’s side. His other hand reaches up to run along Nate’s neck, pressing against the muscle there beneath his ear and the dark hair. “You’re cute when you do, though.” He teases with a light smirk, a playful wink, pressing his forehead back against Nate gently in return.
The crashing waves are heard over the sound of his breath as it finally captures itself, quelling despite the sand sticking everywhere his body meets with it, where Nate’s hand trails through dark wavy hair around a pierced ear. He leans into it a small amount when Nate breaks the kiss, shadowed steel seeking out Nate’s own when their foreheads press together far softer than before. “I think you’re lying.” Sunjata offers with a small smirk, pulling away a small amount, one arm still wrapped around Nate’s middle, tracing idle circles with a fair amount of pressure to the Ascended’s side. His other hand reaches up to run along Nate’s neck, pressing against the muscle there beneath his ear and the dark hair. “You’re cute when you do, though.” He teases with a light smirk, a playful wink, pressing his forehead back against Nate gently in return.
'cause i might make a move
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.
