what's harder, harder to fake? that you want me to stay, or that you want me to stay the same
for you? chained to a lie. who's to blame? let it die. we're the same
for you? chained to a lie. who's to blame? let it die. we're the same
”It’s Ru.” He hears, and while his head still pounds, he’s unsure whether or not it’s due to the relief that it isn’t some stranger, come to shake up what was already a tumultuous day. He can feel her hand at his sternum, the kiss pressed to his face even if he still tries to remain hidden away. All that’s given is a slight huff of sound as if he’s saying ‘oh, it’s you, it’s been so long’ without having the words actually slip from his lips.
He hopes she understands them anyway.
And then Nate’s hand is at his hip too, and he listens while Nate explains what happened, listens while he hears the strange sound of hooves and Haai’s slight unease at having the large creature in the bedroom of all things. But she soothes because Hotaru’s there, keeping the equine in order, at least, order enough that Sunjata tries to ignore it the best he can. “Took every fucking hit.” He grits out, frustration evident.
Again, that feeling begins to suddenly dissipate as soon as he can feel the familiar tinge of magical healing, slipping toward him and filtering through to the burns, healing away much of the pain and agony, allowing him easier breaths to take and a sharpened sudden jolt of the migraine disappearing into a dull thudding ache. A steel eye pops open, immediately landing on Nate first, brows furrowing before suddenly Nate’s crashing into him and pinning Hotaru within, and the sudden shift has him leaning back on the bed with barely enough time to get a full inhale of breath. The burns now at least feel more like harsh bruises, rather than a sharp searing pain, and he finds it’s manageable after a little bit of getting used to it. Still doesn’t help the slight groan that slips from him as his back hits the bed, prepared for pain where there’s far less than before.
“What the fuck.” He manages, half confused as he catches up and spies the head of a unicorn peering above their bed. But he relaxes then, exhaling a softer sigh, an arm wrapping around Nate tight and Hotaru as well, sinking into the bed with the exhaustion from before but without as much pain, just the soreness of bruising and everything else. Though the skin remains tight. “When did you get a unicorn?” He asks, tilting his head down to press his cheek against Hotaru’s head, his arm around Nate squeezing in close.
Nate’s right in thinking that this is how it was supposed to be, how it should be, and with the sudden feeling of whiplash from bedridden to feeling like he’d just left a particularly intense boxing match, he’s left confused far more than anything else.
He hopes she understands them anyway.
And then Nate’s hand is at his hip too, and he listens while Nate explains what happened, listens while he hears the strange sound of hooves and Haai’s slight unease at having the large creature in the bedroom of all things. But she soothes because Hotaru’s there, keeping the equine in order, at least, order enough that Sunjata tries to ignore it the best he can. “Took every fucking hit.” He grits out, frustration evident.
Again, that feeling begins to suddenly dissipate as soon as he can feel the familiar tinge of magical healing, slipping toward him and filtering through to the burns, healing away much of the pain and agony, allowing him easier breaths to take and a sharpened sudden jolt of the migraine disappearing into a dull thudding ache. A steel eye pops open, immediately landing on Nate first, brows furrowing before suddenly Nate’s crashing into him and pinning Hotaru within, and the sudden shift has him leaning back on the bed with barely enough time to get a full inhale of breath. The burns now at least feel more like harsh bruises, rather than a sharp searing pain, and he finds it’s manageable after a little bit of getting used to it. Still doesn’t help the slight groan that slips from him as his back hits the bed, prepared for pain where there’s far less than before.
“What the fuck.” He manages, half confused as he catches up and spies the head of a unicorn peering above their bed. But he relaxes then, exhaling a softer sigh, an arm wrapping around Nate tight and Hotaru as well, sinking into the bed with the exhaustion from before but without as much pain, just the soreness of bruising and everything else. Though the skin remains tight. “When did you get a unicorn?” He asks, tilting his head down to press his cheek against Hotaru’s head, his arm around Nate squeezing in close.
Nate’s right in thinking that this is how it was supposed to be, how it should be, and with the sudden feeling of whiplash from bedridden to feeling like he’d just left a particularly intense boxing match, he’s left confused far more than anything else.
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.
