SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
He couldn’t be more comfortable, honestly. With his head, body, soul right where he wants it. Squeezed up against Nate and a bed of blankets and pillows, the drizzle of rain outside, and small cold gusts of wind from the window to blow the smoke around. He begins to relax more and more, body heavy as he settles and smiles into the showering of kisses, closes his eyes to remain close as he can.
Nate’s comment arises a small ‘mmm’ sound from the attuned, a quiet inhale of breath and the shifting of his hand to rise and rest along Nate’s shoulder, thumb stroking along the edge of the Ascended’s collarbone. “We don’t have to.” He murmurs, still pressed in close to Nate, eyes still closed. “I’m sure as fuck not going anywhere.” There’s a breathy laugh that leaves him, raking along his fiancé’s skin.
Nate’s comment arises a small ‘mmm’ sound from the attuned, a quiet inhale of breath and the shifting of his hand to rise and rest along Nate’s shoulder, thumb stroking along the edge of the Ascended’s collarbone. “We don’t have to.” He murmurs, still pressed in close to Nate, eyes still closed. “I’m sure as fuck not going anywhere.” There’s a breathy laugh that leaves him, raking along his fiancé’s skin.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
