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
“You insinuated it.” Comes Sunjata’s own weak response, exhaustion already settling into the Korofian as legs are tangled and he leans into the light, trailing touches Nate gives him, along tattoos and left behind and healed Ascended bite marks — all of which hold no regrets. His kisses trail while Nate explores, the hand around the Ascended loosening but still keeping close, as if he can’t quite contain himself not to let himself trail his own hands along Nate’s body.
The hum of sound that leaves Nate, the almost awkward laugh, as if Nate can’t quite get the words out or doesn’t know exactly how they might be received, have Sunjata smiling into the kiss pressed to the other’s ear — a soft breath raking along Nate’s ear as his other hand presses into the inky hair once more and he pulls away a small amount, angling his head to let Nate find solace in hiding his face away from the attuned.
There’s a few heartbeats of pause while Sunjata mulls it over, before his head is tilting back toward Nate’s ear, kissing at the soft space beneath it. “You’re special to me too, Nate.” He murmurs, lips pressed softly in a delicate kiss, nose brushing against the skin there as his hands stroke and run along the star tattoos and trace them along his side. “We should talk about it.” He manages, softly, encouragingly, despite being poor at conveying the words he wants to say. “I think I could do this the rest of my life. I think I want to.” It’s a softer admission, gentler, a hitch of his breath as he waits to see how Nate might take it. It’s about as close to a love admission as he can get based off his track record.
The hum of sound that leaves Nate, the almost awkward laugh, as if Nate can’t quite get the words out or doesn’t know exactly how they might be received, have Sunjata smiling into the kiss pressed to the other’s ear — a soft breath raking along Nate’s ear as his other hand presses into the inky hair once more and he pulls away a small amount, angling his head to let Nate find solace in hiding his face away from the attuned.
There’s a few heartbeats of pause while Sunjata mulls it over, before his head is tilting back toward Nate’s ear, kissing at the soft space beneath it. “You’re special to me too, Nate.” He murmurs, lips pressed softly in a delicate kiss, nose brushing against the skin there as his hands stroke and run along the star tattoos and trace them along his side. “We should talk about it.” He manages, softly, encouragingly, despite being poor at conveying the words he wants to say. “I think I could do this the rest of my life. I think I want to.” It’s a softer admission, gentler, a hitch of his breath as he waits to see how Nate might take it. It’s about as close to a love admission as he can get based off his track record.
'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.
