I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
He is trying hard, but whether or not Nate meets in the middle doesn’t matter to him. He just wants the Ascended to feel better, to get whatever it is that weighs him down to get off his chest – a burden they both can carry. Together. Because that’s what this was now, wasn’t it? He’s still not sure what exactly their confession and tradition made them, because there wasn’t an actual wedding involved, nor was there an amount of commitment added to it. But it felt right, it feels right, and Sunjata really can’t imagine it any other way.
So he tries, so hard, to be that pillar Nate needs to relieve the pressure, keeping his eyes shut, listening to the vibration of Nate’s voice leave his chest as he’s held in close, Sunjata’s own claws dragging in soothing strokes along Nate’s back and spine to try and make it just that much easier. And he listens. “I do need you.” He says softly, perhaps a bit muffled in the embrace, but still there nonetheless. Whether or not he was strong on his own wasn’t something Sunjata thought of, because when left to his own devices for too long he does drink to blind away the pain. And when even that became too much? The vivid memory of standing before a building’s ledge on a roof top comes into view. The very same when he was just Accepted, standing at the side of the bone bridge when he was too blighted and fucked up to care anymore.
There’s a tighter squeeze. “Not necessarily.” He offers in the fact that Nate would be dead back in Korofi. It all depended on where he was from, what part. Sunjata’s life had been fucking hard and murderous from the start because nobility chose blood and death as some sort of sports game. But he nuzzles his head into Nate’s chest a bit more, ignoring any pain that might be felt in the adjustment where his stitches are, to give him his full attention. “You do, Nate.” He begins, refraining from looking up at him despite how much he wants to.
“I get… Really bad lows when things don’t go right.” His jaw clenches, because it’s also hard to talk about. “But ever since the volcano, I haven’t had a single one. You’ve helped me through all of it, even when I’m being quite an asshole.” There’s a small strained hum of a laugh that leaves him with that. “How can I show it to you more?” He asks, wanting some sort of middle ground they both can work on. Something he can try to do to make it easier for Nate.
So he tries, so hard, to be that pillar Nate needs to relieve the pressure, keeping his eyes shut, listening to the vibration of Nate’s voice leave his chest as he’s held in close, Sunjata’s own claws dragging in soothing strokes along Nate’s back and spine to try and make it just that much easier. And he listens. “I do need you.” He says softly, perhaps a bit muffled in the embrace, but still there nonetheless. Whether or not he was strong on his own wasn’t something Sunjata thought of, because when left to his own devices for too long he does drink to blind away the pain. And when even that became too much? The vivid memory of standing before a building’s ledge on a roof top comes into view. The very same when he was just Accepted, standing at the side of the bone bridge when he was too blighted and fucked up to care anymore.
There’s a tighter squeeze. “Not necessarily.” He offers in the fact that Nate would be dead back in Korofi. It all depended on where he was from, what part. Sunjata’s life had been fucking hard and murderous from the start because nobility chose blood and death as some sort of sports game. But he nuzzles his head into Nate’s chest a bit more, ignoring any pain that might be felt in the adjustment where his stitches are, to give him his full attention. “You do, Nate.” He begins, refraining from looking up at him despite how much he wants to.
“I get… Really bad lows when things don’t go right.” His jaw clenches, because it’s also hard to talk about. “But ever since the volcano, I haven’t had a single one. You’ve helped me through all of it, even when I’m being quite an asshole.” There’s a small strained hum of a laugh that leaves him with that. “How can I show it to you more?” He asks, wanting some sort of middle ground they both can work on. Something he can try to do to make it easier for Nate.
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.
