the sea speaks a little more honestly
Nate’s agreeance is granted a small smile back, a dip of his head in agreement to both him and Hotaru’s statement – a snort slipping from him with Hotaru’s own chimed laughter. Some tentative lightness to his chest as he feels her hand brush along his knuckles, a silent apology that he understands and offers a nod back in response to Loren. “Exactly.” He agrees – but Hotaru was smart, far smarter than he is in most aspects, and it’s something he can appreciate with her honesty.
“We do have a house, you know.” He rumbles with a hint of amusement that almost begins to grow –
Until of course, Nate’s words reach him, the question of what happened between them and already he can feel his stomach sinking – the urge to withdraw his hand from Hotaru’s knee strong enough to cause his hand to twitch, to lift a small amount before her hand covers his own and she begins to explain – part of him expecting the tear down (after all, he certainly deserved it, didn’t he?)
And then she says that she loved him, and Sunjata’s head lifts his gaze toward her, sharply, brows furrowing as he swallows hard and tears his gaze away to look somewhere between the glass and where Nate sits – one hand remaining on Hotaru’s knee because that’s all he can do, the other coming up to rub at his jaw briefly, to his neck, pausing to not add more – but he can’t quite keep his mouth shut. His gaze flickers toward Nate with some shadows within, a soft sigh parting from his lips. “She told me not to go and see Phoebe – that she… Has a tendency of manipulating me into doing things. And low and behold...” Honestly? That’s exactly what happened. Still, it eats at him.
But she continues, and his hand turns to squeeze her own gently, a soft sigh leaving him. “I wanted to try again… Later, when I got my shit together. But timing was never quite right, was it?” Which he absolutely didn’t have his shit together. Ever. The time was never right. Ever. And now? Now he has Nate – probably one of the best things to happen to him as of late with everything else that’d happened. And his gaze finds Nate’s, similarly apologetic in nature with his smile before he sighs quietly. “That’s actually far nicer of an explanation than I was expecting, to be honest. I fucked up. As per usual.” A shrug of that, a tilt of his head, his own smile shifting to something masked as much as he doesn’t want to.
“We do have a house, you know.” He rumbles with a hint of amusement that almost begins to grow –
Until of course, Nate’s words reach him, the question of what happened between them and already he can feel his stomach sinking – the urge to withdraw his hand from Hotaru’s knee strong enough to cause his hand to twitch, to lift a small amount before her hand covers his own and she begins to explain – part of him expecting the tear down (after all, he certainly deserved it, didn’t he?)
And then she says that she loved him, and Sunjata’s head lifts his gaze toward her, sharply, brows furrowing as he swallows hard and tears his gaze away to look somewhere between the glass and where Nate sits – one hand remaining on Hotaru’s knee because that’s all he can do, the other coming up to rub at his jaw briefly, to his neck, pausing to not add more – but he can’t quite keep his mouth shut. His gaze flickers toward Nate with some shadows within, a soft sigh parting from his lips. “She told me not to go and see Phoebe – that she… Has a tendency of manipulating me into doing things. And low and behold...” Honestly? That’s exactly what happened. Still, it eats at him.
But she continues, and his hand turns to squeeze her own gently, a soft sigh leaving him. “I wanted to try again… Later, when I got my shit together. But timing was never quite right, was it?” Which he absolutely didn’t have his shit together. Ever. The time was never right. Ever. And now? Now he has Nate – probably one of the best things to happen to him as of late with everything else that’d happened. And his gaze finds Nate’s, similarly apologetic in nature with his smile before he sighs quietly. “That’s actually far nicer of an explanation than I was expecting, to be honest. I fucked up. As per usual.” A shrug of that, a tilt of his head, his own smile shifting to something masked as much as he doesn’t want to.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
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.
