I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
In all honesty, now is probably the best time for a conversation like this. Where Sunjata’s levelheaded, sore but not broken, and it makes all the difference. But he falls into the comfort, if only for a time, to help alleviate how Nate wants to go about it. He’d said later and Sunjata will abide by that. So instead, he focuses on the question Nate poses, a different version of ‘not yet’ that has Sunjata almost tempted to ask further.
It’s too early in the morning, however, and so he takes it as it is. “I cursed her out pretty well.” He offers with a small smile – knowing that wasn’t a good enough answer, but not having a better one either. He could try to keep the griffin from sleeping in the bed, but that sounded almost as much of a nightmare as everything else was slowly becoming. A little battle here and there was easy, at least, but when it became a mountain Sunjata often realized how shit of a climber he was.
But he’s standing now, pulling Nate along as he offers the fair deal – and Nate’s right in the assumption that it was some sort of crafted trap to get Nate to talk. Because if he took care of the dishes, nothing else would be there to distract him from saying what he needed to. The water starts, heating up relatively well as he rinses the dishes before grabbing a sponge and some of the soap, working to clean dish after dish, slowly to get more time for Nate to speak.
And speak he does, once he’s done fiddling with everything else that’s been left out. He sits up on the counter while Sunjata works, and the attuned leans into the light touches along his face even if sometimes it blocked his line of sight to the dishes he was trying to get clean. “Hmm?” He hums, steel gaze lifting to look up at Nate from the way he sits taller than he is standing when he’s on the counter like that.
Really, it is sort of what he fears – his gaze drops back to the dishes though he remains in Nate’s touch, nuzzling his cheek in a bit as he focuses on the dishes again. “I know.” He admits quietly – because they hadn’t really talked about what had happened when he came home bleeding out. “I’m sorry.” Another quiet offer, but he knows that’s not all – but it’s not his spiral to make. He means every word, tries to pour every thought that he’s fine for this conversation.
He sets the bowl he’s been working on in the rack to dry next to the other, before he’s turning the water off and wiping his hands on a towel. There’s still a bit more of the dishes to do, but this requires his full attention, and so he turns off the water and slips away to fit himself in front of Nate and between his legs, snaking his hands up Nate’s thighs to his hips where he can look up at the Ascended and focus entirely on him. “What else?” ’Talk to me. What can I do? What should I do?’
It’s too early in the morning, however, and so he takes it as it is. “I cursed her out pretty well.” He offers with a small smile – knowing that wasn’t a good enough answer, but not having a better one either. He could try to keep the griffin from sleeping in the bed, but that sounded almost as much of a nightmare as everything else was slowly becoming. A little battle here and there was easy, at least, but when it became a mountain Sunjata often realized how shit of a climber he was.
But he’s standing now, pulling Nate along as he offers the fair deal – and Nate’s right in the assumption that it was some sort of crafted trap to get Nate to talk. Because if he took care of the dishes, nothing else would be there to distract him from saying what he needed to. The water starts, heating up relatively well as he rinses the dishes before grabbing a sponge and some of the soap, working to clean dish after dish, slowly to get more time for Nate to speak.
And speak he does, once he’s done fiddling with everything else that’s been left out. He sits up on the counter while Sunjata works, and the attuned leans into the light touches along his face even if sometimes it blocked his line of sight to the dishes he was trying to get clean. “Hmm?” He hums, steel gaze lifting to look up at Nate from the way he sits taller than he is standing when he’s on the counter like that.
Really, it is sort of what he fears – his gaze drops back to the dishes though he remains in Nate’s touch, nuzzling his cheek in a bit as he focuses on the dishes again. “I know.” He admits quietly – because they hadn’t really talked about what had happened when he came home bleeding out. “I’m sorry.” Another quiet offer, but he knows that’s not all – but it’s not his spiral to make. He means every word, tries to pour every thought that he’s fine for this conversation.
He sets the bowl he’s been working on in the rack to dry next to the other, before he’s turning the water off and wiping his hands on a towel. There’s still a bit more of the dishes to do, but this requires his full attention, and so he turns off the water and slips away to fit himself in front of Nate and between his legs, snaking his hands up Nate’s thighs to his hips where he can look up at the Ascended and focus entirely on him. “What else?” ’Talk to me. What can I do? What should I do?’
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.
