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
He leans into the touch Nate offers, a gentle wiping away of the water that trickles along his temple, as his gaze remains on Nate and his fingers continue their idle roaming through the Ascended's long dark hair. He brightens up a bit with the explanation of what it looked like, a small boyish smile overtaking the edges of his face. “I’d have loved to see it.” He admits quietly, nostalgia tugging at him as he tries to compare it similarly to the ones they had at home in Korofi. The sly response does bring another quiet chuckle to the air. “Was it big enough to fit my long legs in it though, that’s the question.” He tilts his head and winks back.
But he settles, amused as he waits for the explanation of the city, of the house he grew up in, those fingers tender and gentle as they wrap around the Ascended and keep him close and tangled up. The mention of Bart has his mind flickering toward the name — having not quite gotten the name before but based by how Nate speaks, Sunjata can only assume he means his twin. The smile grows a bit softer, and he leans forward to press a kiss to Nate’s cheek gently. “I had those plans too. With Lusea and Saartjie.” He murmurs quietly. “Consolation prizes for shitty upbringings, huh?” The smile grows a bit crooked with that, doing his best not to delve into it too much in case it brings up sadder memories.
“I grew up in a manor. Spikes all over the outside of it, huge hedges and trees so nobody could see in unless they were invited to.” He muses. “I got really good at climbing trees.” So what if he’d fallen out of them occasionally? “But the only thing I really wanted was just a house by the sea.” He trails off, gaze flickering along Nate’s face. Because he has that now, and someone to share it with.
But he settles, amused as he waits for the explanation of the city, of the house he grew up in, those fingers tender and gentle as they wrap around the Ascended and keep him close and tangled up. The mention of Bart has his mind flickering toward the name — having not quite gotten the name before but based by how Nate speaks, Sunjata can only assume he means his twin. The smile grows a bit softer, and he leans forward to press a kiss to Nate’s cheek gently. “I had those plans too. With Lusea and Saartjie.” He murmurs quietly. “Consolation prizes for shitty upbringings, huh?” The smile grows a bit crooked with that, doing his best not to delve into it too much in case it brings up sadder memories.
“I grew up in a manor. Spikes all over the outside of it, huge hedges and trees so nobody could see in unless they were invited to.” He muses. “I got really good at climbing trees.” So what if he’d fallen out of them occasionally? “But the only thing I really wanted was just a house by the sea.” He trails off, gaze flickering along Nate’s face. Because he has that now, and someone to share it with.
'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.
