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
At the very least with the conversation between the two of them and the healing mostly done, Sunjata can slowly start to catch up – to stretch a once painful leg, awing slightly when he finds out that the sharp shooting pain is just now really fucking sore. But it’s relieving all the same, the deep breaths able to take as Nate crashes into him and pins Hotaru with, her vibrant laugh that helps somewhat ground what is happening. And then, he sighs quietly, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he hums his agreement with Nate on the subject of it being believable regardless, mentally picking apart the burns turned far less painful, but still there. As for believability?
They’d just fought a giant fucking lava octopus, after all.
So he focuses on the other fact instead, the one that has Nate’s quiet admission coming to the surface, has Sunjata finally moving now that he can at least a little bit, aiming to bump his head into Nate’s to press a soft kiss to the edge of the wounded scar now that he can. And he focuses on the explanation, the attack, the not knowing that has Sunjata’s jaw set a bit tighter.
His arm around Hotaru squeezes lightly, a soft unsaid thank you that has him relaxing slightly as well, before a low sigh leaves him. “I… Did exactly what Nate didn’t want and tried to find out, got in the middle of something I shouldn’t have and fucked up the other guys’ face. His boss brought some of his dogs with him for payback, which meant taking the job in the tunnels. Gave us a shitty way out too and it took longer.” He sighs, pulling away a bit to shift up and rest his back against the headboard of the bed, dragging Nate and Hotaru along if he can, eventually leaning a bit more on Nate, as if his touch might say the silent thank yous for all the work he’s done to keep him safe upon returning from that adventure in the tunnels, drawing silent again once the exhaustion replaces the awe of the healing again, resting his head along Nate’s shoulder through dark raven hair. “We… Missed you, Ru.” Half of him wants to say they needed her, but he’s not quite selfish enough to admit it just yet, to make her have to deal with it when he knows how much Rexanna had meant to her – how much Clemente had meant to Nate – it wasn’t right for him to put his needs, his loss of being able to help Nate through the struggle from the attack still something of guilt, especially coming home as fucked up as he has been lately, above Hotaru’s own pain and loss.
They’d just fought a giant fucking lava octopus, after all.
So he focuses on the other fact instead, the one that has Nate’s quiet admission coming to the surface, has Sunjata finally moving now that he can at least a little bit, aiming to bump his head into Nate’s to press a soft kiss to the edge of the wounded scar now that he can. And he focuses on the explanation, the attack, the not knowing that has Sunjata’s jaw set a bit tighter.
His arm around Hotaru squeezes lightly, a soft unsaid thank you that has him relaxing slightly as well, before a low sigh leaves him. “I… Did exactly what Nate didn’t want and tried to find out, got in the middle of something I shouldn’t have and fucked up the other guys’ face. His boss brought some of his dogs with him for payback, which meant taking the job in the tunnels. Gave us a shitty way out too and it took longer.” He sighs, pulling away a bit to shift up and rest his back against the headboard of the bed, dragging Nate and Hotaru along if he can, eventually leaning a bit more on Nate, as if his touch might say the silent thank yous for all the work he’s done to keep him safe upon returning from that adventure in the tunnels, drawing silent again once the exhaustion replaces the awe of the healing again, resting his head along Nate’s shoulder through dark raven hair. “We… Missed you, Ru.” Half of him wants to say they needed her, but he’s not quite selfish enough to admit it just yet, to make her have to deal with it when he knows how much Rexanna had meant to her – how much Clemente had meant to Nate – it wasn’t right for him to put his needs, his loss of being able to help Nate through the struggle from the attack still something of guilt, especially coming home as fucked up as he has been lately, above Hotaru’s own pain and loss.
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.
