I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
They’re both reckless in certain ways. It was just the fact that Sunjata could feel pain, could be taken down so easily that he understands where Nate comes from. But had the other man never Ascended, wouldn’t they be in the same boat? The same dangerous boat of being one foot in a grave and one foot ready to traverse the ground as quickly as humanly possible? They’ll never know, and Sunjata doesn’t need to know.
All he knows is that he’s sorry, that he’s become more reckless (or had he always been this way? Simply made worse with a new fancy job title and a thing to focus on?). He tries to reassure Nate regardless, the quiet mantra of ‘I know’ repeated back to him. And before long, Nate’s slipping from the countertop into him, keeping his face hidden and Sunjata keeps his own away from Nate’s. His head tilts to rest along Nate’s cheek as he burrows into the attuned’s neck. And his arms wrap tighter around him, inhaling Nate’s scent and committing it to memory – a current mix of smoke and coffee that’s both comfortable and so much like him right now.
But Nate’s quiet comment has Sunjata not quite realizing what’s happening. “Why can’t I?” He asks, quietly, before some sort of realization dawns on him and he stills. And then he has to think about his words, to think about what he’s trying to say. So he buries his head hard into Nate’s, pressing Nate closer to him with one hand cradling the back of the Ascended’s head. “I’ll be here, Nate. Always.” A quiet resolve coming over him.
He could spiral about that too, but he doesn’t. Instead, there’s almost a dark hidden rage with the idea of it, some kind of harder resolve that replaces any anxiety or worries he might have. “Immortality and gods be damned.” He utters quietly, a fierceness to his tone that hasn’t been there in years. “I’ll be here with you, you hear me?” They’ll make it work. Whether it’s trying to beg Safrin to fix Nate back into himself, if it’s even possible. Whether it’s begging Safrin to give him more time. He’ll do it.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He says quietly, a recollection to one of their first conversations when they’d gotten wrapped up into each other. “tot die einde.”
All he knows is that he’s sorry, that he’s become more reckless (or had he always been this way? Simply made worse with a new fancy job title and a thing to focus on?). He tries to reassure Nate regardless, the quiet mantra of ‘I know’ repeated back to him. And before long, Nate’s slipping from the countertop into him, keeping his face hidden and Sunjata keeps his own away from Nate’s. His head tilts to rest along Nate’s cheek as he burrows into the attuned’s neck. And his arms wrap tighter around him, inhaling Nate’s scent and committing it to memory – a current mix of smoke and coffee that’s both comfortable and so much like him right now.
But Nate’s quiet comment has Sunjata not quite realizing what’s happening. “Why can’t I?” He asks, quietly, before some sort of realization dawns on him and he stills. And then he has to think about his words, to think about what he’s trying to say. So he buries his head hard into Nate’s, pressing Nate closer to him with one hand cradling the back of the Ascended’s head. “I’ll be here, Nate. Always.” A quiet resolve coming over him.
He could spiral about that too, but he doesn’t. Instead, there’s almost a dark hidden rage with the idea of it, some kind of harder resolve that replaces any anxiety or worries he might have. “Immortality and gods be damned.” He utters quietly, a fierceness to his tone that hasn’t been there in years. “I’ll be here with you, you hear me?” They’ll make it work. Whether it’s trying to beg Safrin to fix Nate back into himself, if it’s even possible. Whether it’s begging Safrin to give him more time. He’ll do it.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He says quietly, a recollection to one of their first conversations when they’d gotten wrapped up into each other. “tot die einde.”
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.
