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
There’s nothing in Sunjata’s mind to be worried about when it comes to showing his affection. Nate’s made it an option for him, and despite the fact that Sunjata might not be able to say that he loves him, he can at least show it in the tender touches, the attention given to the Ascended. In fact, similarly to how he applies the pressure, the hand through Nate’s hair, the attempt to get him to feel the rough and calloused hands, offering a wry smirk back to him at the lazy grin.
The question, the feel of Nate’s hand along his shoulder, and he hums lightly under the feeling. “The closest thing to it would be… Like the Slums.” He explains, head tilting a bit toward Nate, charging onto talk about the video of it, when the rebellion had managed to tackle the slums and get it back under their control. Still, Nate’s comment surprises him – recalling having to explain to Lily what a camera was, what a photograph was.
So the smile that crosses his face with it is nostalgic, excited, pleased to have someone to share it with. “Yeah. Cameras, screens, all of that.” The lip curls a bit more with that, excited to delve into it a bit. “Of course it was all propaganda, but the rebellion used to get into the signal and play our stuff. That’s what made it hard to show up at the rebellion, everyone knew what I looked like. My face was played all over the city.” His head tilts, hand trailing through Nate’s dark hair again, scanning his face. “What was it like in yours?” Did you have cameras? Screens, movies, photographs? Guns, cars, bikes?
The question, the feel of Nate’s hand along his shoulder, and he hums lightly under the feeling. “The closest thing to it would be… Like the Slums.” He explains, head tilting a bit toward Nate, charging onto talk about the video of it, when the rebellion had managed to tackle the slums and get it back under their control. Still, Nate’s comment surprises him – recalling having to explain to Lily what a camera was, what a photograph was.
So the smile that crosses his face with it is nostalgic, excited, pleased to have someone to share it with. “Yeah. Cameras, screens, all of that.” The lip curls a bit more with that, excited to delve into it a bit. “Of course it was all propaganda, but the rebellion used to get into the signal and play our stuff. That’s what made it hard to show up at the rebellion, everyone knew what I looked like. My face was played all over the city.” His head tilts, hand trailing through Nate’s dark hair again, scanning his face. “What was it like in yours?” Did you have cameras? Screens, movies, photographs? Guns, cars, bikes?
'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.
