I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
He focuses the best he can on Nate as he unveils his story and experience, using the way the other man cups his face as some sort of tether while he waits for the ball to drop. He sees the wince with the trials, sees the shift as soon as he mentions what’s happened, the slight admission and summation of what happened — and the unfortunate part for him is that regardless of how many people have told him it wasn’t his fault… He still thinks it is. He hears the tremble in Nate’s voice, recalls the fierce anger of Hotaru when she’d heard about it, and he inhaled a deep breath to nuzzle his head into the hands that hold him.
“I, yeah…” He offers with a huff of a sigh, pausing to chew on his cheek. “I mean… I came onto her.” He rumbles, as if it makes any difference. “But I wasn’t myself, not really.” There’s a moment when he huffs out a laugh, though there’s little to no amusement in it. “I was so fucking faithful in Korofi and I came here and fucked it all up.” His gaze settles on Nate again, unsure what else to say, what he could say.
But then Nate’s in his space again, and Sunjata’s leaning even more into the touch and the embrace, the feeling of Nate’s fingers spreading through dark curls, the way his arm wraps around his shoulders, and Sunjata keeps his own arms tight around the Ascended. He can feel the light tremble in Nate’s hands, unable to hide his own spark of worry of sending Nate back onto his spiral as soon as the words leave the Ascended.
And just as he told Hotaru when she’d found out, Sunjata doesn’t know what to say. So he reverts, back to before, back when he took all the blame. “It’s okay.” He offers softly, a breath of a whisper as he presses his cheek against Nate’s and closes his eyes, letting the flush show along his skin, letting the heat of it seep into the Ascended.
“I, yeah…” He offers with a huff of a sigh, pausing to chew on his cheek. “I mean… I came onto her.” He rumbles, as if it makes any difference. “But I wasn’t myself, not really.” There’s a moment when he huffs out a laugh, though there’s little to no amusement in it. “I was so fucking faithful in Korofi and I came here and fucked it all up.” His gaze settles on Nate again, unsure what else to say, what he could say.
But then Nate’s in his space again, and Sunjata’s leaning even more into the touch and the embrace, the feeling of Nate’s fingers spreading through dark curls, the way his arm wraps around his shoulders, and Sunjata keeps his own arms tight around the Ascended. He can feel the light tremble in Nate’s hands, unable to hide his own spark of worry of sending Nate back onto his spiral as soon as the words leave the Ascended.
And just as he told Hotaru when she’d found out, Sunjata doesn’t know what to say. So he reverts, back to before, back when he took all the blame. “It’s okay.” He offers softly, a breath of a whisper as he presses his cheek against Nate’s and closes his eyes, letting the flush show along his skin, letting the heat of it seep into the Ascended.
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.
