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
The bright smile that crosses Nate’s face is something… Else, something different from what Sunjata was used to seeing. The crinkle around his eyes, the spark to the blue, all of things that Sunjata decides he wants to bring out more, something he’d love to give the other man again and again. All he can offer right now is a quiet hum of a sound from his throat, almost a challenge but not quite, not after Nate’s purred response and he leans in to kiss him, fingers tight in the dark brown waves of hair.
So he settles instead, offering what little bits he can to try and share some of the experiences and trauma of their upbringing — so different yet so similar all the same, is this perhaps why Sunjata meshes with the Ascended so well? There’s no justification required, no understanding, because Nate just simply gets it. It’s like breathing in a breath of fresh, cool air on a morning after suffocating. He offers a kiss, gentle and soft, before he explains the house he’d grown up in — keeping the white walled sad parts to himself, and focuses on the things he does have now.
Nate’s question does give him pause, and there’s a moment of sheepish anxiety that crosses Sunjata’s face, quite unlike him. He exhales a soft sound, pulling himself closer to Nate, needing the anchor that the Ascended has become for him. And when his gaze lifts to meet Nate’s there’s a brief roll of his shoulders in a shrug. “I don’t know.” He rumbles quietly. “I offered myself to Safrin to become something for her… Before I found out about Maea and all of that. I’m still doing the quest for it but I’m not sure…” He trails off, gaze searching for anything else other than the man intertwined with him. “I’m not sure whether it’ll change everything or keep it all the same.” He manages.
Was it worth it to make plans only to have them destroyed again in the end? Was it worth it to put all his stock into wanting something that might never happen? He doesn’t know, and he reverts back to that rebellious boy of the resistance, a rolling wave taking the punches and changing course as necessary.
So he settles instead, offering what little bits he can to try and share some of the experiences and trauma of their upbringing — so different yet so similar all the same, is this perhaps why Sunjata meshes with the Ascended so well? There’s no justification required, no understanding, because Nate just simply gets it. It’s like breathing in a breath of fresh, cool air on a morning after suffocating. He offers a kiss, gentle and soft, before he explains the house he’d grown up in — keeping the white walled sad parts to himself, and focuses on the things he does have now.
Nate’s question does give him pause, and there’s a moment of sheepish anxiety that crosses Sunjata’s face, quite unlike him. He exhales a soft sound, pulling himself closer to Nate, needing the anchor that the Ascended has become for him. And when his gaze lifts to meet Nate’s there’s a brief roll of his shoulders in a shrug. “I don’t know.” He rumbles quietly. “I offered myself to Safrin to become something for her… Before I found out about Maea and all of that. I’m still doing the quest for it but I’m not sure…” He trails off, gaze searching for anything else other than the man intertwined with him. “I’m not sure whether it’ll change everything or keep it all the same.” He manages.
Was it worth it to make plans only to have them destroyed again in the end? Was it worth it to put all his stock into wanting something that might never happen? He doesn’t know, and he reverts back to that rebellious boy of the resistance, a rolling wave taking the punches and changing course as necessary.
'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.
