the sea speaks a little more honestly
He breathes a quiet sigh of relief as Nate joins in, his hand moving from Nate’s shoulder to wrap around the Ascended’s back as they both move into her space, as his other arm wraps around the woman between them, as he feels Hotaru relax and meld with the both of them there, Nate’s head nearing Sunjata’s in such a way that as the attuned brushing his cheek along in his own silent comfort, his other hand rubbing a soothing circle on Hotaru’s arm. She sinks into his shoulder, and Sunjata tries to offer all of that comfort — of how strong she is despite the slight tremors that he can feel (that part of him is sure that Nate can feel with the stillness of the Ascended) but says nothing to it.
When she moves to request space, he grants it to her, but his arm still rests behind her — hand along Nate as well, gaze flickering from her to Nate, a small hidden smile returning with the alcohol at her quip before he's readjusting himself in the seat and drawing a long leg up, focusing his attention between her and Nate, his arm still at Nate’s shoulder, stroking idly and needing to touch.
“We… Uh, haven’t really talked about what we are much.” If at all. He offers perhaps a bit sheepishly, glancing up at Nate with a gleam of lightness to him despite it — really trying not to dive deep into the shadows as he usually does, actively making an effort because his tether is there. “But I’m happy… Really. He pushes me around when I need it.” Lips curve into a smirk at that before he shakes his head, avoiding all the things that would make it awkward with Hotaru there — the things he wants to say, like how he’d be content to get lost in those electric eyes the rest of his life, drowning in that toothy grin he pulls when something’s particularly amusing, the unimpressed huff he gives despite not needing air when Sunjata’s being obnoxious.
She doesn’t need to hear it, but he finds himself shifting the conversation away so they don’t slip. “Why don’t you two tell me what you both were up to?” No jealousy in Sunjata’s heart, just a keen interest in what it had taken to get Nate to dive into that side of the waters. If it had been anyone, he could see it being Hotaru.
When she moves to request space, he grants it to her, but his arm still rests behind her — hand along Nate as well, gaze flickering from her to Nate, a small hidden smile returning with the alcohol at her quip before he's readjusting himself in the seat and drawing a long leg up, focusing his attention between her and Nate, his arm still at Nate’s shoulder, stroking idly and needing to touch.
“We… Uh, haven’t really talked about what we are much.” If at all. He offers perhaps a bit sheepishly, glancing up at Nate with a gleam of lightness to him despite it — really trying not to dive deep into the shadows as he usually does, actively making an effort because his tether is there. “But I’m happy… Really. He pushes me around when I need it.” Lips curve into a smirk at that before he shakes his head, avoiding all the things that would make it awkward with Hotaru there — the things he wants to say, like how he’d be content to get lost in those electric eyes the rest of his life, drowning in that toothy grin he pulls when something’s particularly amusing, the unimpressed huff he gives despite not needing air when Sunjata’s being obnoxious.
She doesn’t need to hear it, but he finds himself shifting the conversation away so they don’t slip. “Why don’t you two tell me what you both were up to?” No jealousy in Sunjata’s heart, just a keen interest in what it had taken to get Nate to dive into that side of the waters. If it had been anyone, he could see it being Hotaru.
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.
