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
Nate leans back into the hands Sunjata has settled around the other, and with the head that tips back, resting against Sunjata’s collarbone as they bob in the water, Sunjata can’t help but to hum a bit of laugh back at the whine. “Of course I make it look easy. I’ve done it for… Shit, twenty-one years?” He muses, a smirk to that and not giving into the darker thoughts of nearly drowning that accompany it. So instead, he hums to get Nate to test it out, encouraging and settling in the water, where the cold water sets in where Nate had just been as the Ascended does try it.
And honestly, Sunjata has seen worse, though albeit not by much. But his steel gaze remains on Nate until the Ascended disappears beneath the waves with a loud slap of a tailfin against the waves. A moment of concern, though knowing it probably wouldn’t matter that much. Nate couldn’t drown at least. And so he settles, sure that Nate will figure it out, but giving it a bit of time before he goes searching.
Turns out he doesn’t have to, not as the sudden hint of pale tattooed skin beneath the surface breaks the tension and collides with him – sending Sunjata back into the water as he desperately tries to grasp onto Nate and grab a mouthful of air before the water covers his face and ears and everywhere. Body to body, Sunjata’s practiced as his arm loops around the Ascended, pulling himself back to the surface and shaking out his head and a bit of water with a huff of laughter. “Ah, a little warning would be nice skatjie.” He feigns some hurt with it, letting Nate go to swim in an easy circle around the Ascended, the strokes practiced and familiar as his shifts were, before he stops in front of Nate, pulling away a small amount to flap the fin and splash the Ascended with his tail before he dives under.
And honestly, Sunjata has seen worse, though albeit not by much. But his steel gaze remains on Nate until the Ascended disappears beneath the waves with a loud slap of a tailfin against the waves. A moment of concern, though knowing it probably wouldn’t matter that much. Nate couldn’t drown at least. And so he settles, sure that Nate will figure it out, but giving it a bit of time before he goes searching.
Turns out he doesn’t have to, not as the sudden hint of pale tattooed skin beneath the surface breaks the tension and collides with him – sending Sunjata back into the water as he desperately tries to grasp onto Nate and grab a mouthful of air before the water covers his face and ears and everywhere. Body to body, Sunjata’s practiced as his arm loops around the Ascended, pulling himself back to the surface and shaking out his head and a bit of water with a huff of laughter. “Ah, a little warning would be nice skatjie.” He feigns some hurt with it, letting Nate go to swim in an easy circle around the Ascended, the strokes practiced and familiar as his shifts were, before he stops in front of Nate, pulling away a small amount to flap the fin and splash the Ascended with his tail before he dives under.
'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.
