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
A myriad of firsts for him, really. And the more he thinks on it the more he realizes he’s want to embrace and endure them with nobody else other than the man still in his arms, who’s fingers trace weaving lines through dark wavy hair. The question is aired and a small smile crosses his face with it, almost purring into the touch and press of fingers. “That someone wants to change because of me.” He rumbles. Usually it went the other way, where they’d seen him and the way he tests and destroys himself, the way he does the same to those around him and attempts to quell the flood within him.
It was… a nice change, to not end up being a project. Not a broken thing that needed to be fixed so much as braced to fill in the cracks.
But for Sunjata, words had never been something he was good at. And when he tries to duck and hide his head just as Nate had, he stills as the hand cups his jaw, strokes his cheek, stormy gaze flickering with hidden dark shadows as he meets the electricity within Nate’s. The answer isn’t what he expects, not with the way he’s half tempted to retort something along the lines of how Nate hasn’t seen him at his worst yet.
But he had. He already did, a few times now. And that certainly said something.
And he has nothing to say when their lips meet again, a soft and gentler one, full of hope and apologies, of hidden pain and sorrow that he knows will show at some point, of the happiness that Nate brings out in him. The kiss breaks for breath, a consideration knowing Nate doesn’t need it. And he dives back in, hand sliding around from Nate’s jaw to cup under his ear and along the back of his neck, fingers tangling in dark hair again. “I can’t wait.” He admits, a bit breathless, pulling away from the kiss to lean into the hand that cradles his head.
It was… a nice change, to not end up being a project. Not a broken thing that needed to be fixed so much as braced to fill in the cracks.
But for Sunjata, words had never been something he was good at. And when he tries to duck and hide his head just as Nate had, he stills as the hand cups his jaw, strokes his cheek, stormy gaze flickering with hidden dark shadows as he meets the electricity within Nate’s. The answer isn’t what he expects, not with the way he’s half tempted to retort something along the lines of how Nate hasn’t seen him at his worst yet.
But he had. He already did, a few times now. And that certainly said something.
And he has nothing to say when their lips meet again, a soft and gentler one, full of hope and apologies, of hidden pain and sorrow that he knows will show at some point, of the happiness that Nate brings out in him. The kiss breaks for breath, a consideration knowing Nate doesn’t need it. And he dives back in, hand sliding around from Nate’s jaw to cup under his ear and along the back of his neck, fingers tangling in dark hair again. “I can’t wait.” He admits, a bit breathless, pulling away from the kiss to lean into the hand that cradles his head.
'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.
