nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
The purr is loud, reverberating in both Sunjata’s mind and heart and soul, and he leans into the sensation – keeping that tether between them, one of a shining glimmering love that shines the darkness of failed words, of being unable to get words to simply work. He’s glad of it, though, that he’s been able to show Nate this way rather than stumbling through the words, and if he could simply do this forever then he absolutely would.
The love-struck awe that hits Sunjata gets put in the memory bank, one to reflect on time and time again, enough that it grows distracting as he lets it wash over him, basking despite the way he leans into his instincts – man becoming far more panther than he’d ever shown Nate before. They become the hunters, Sunjata catching a trail of Ramphires. Because you didn’t want to be a whale. The attuned replies swiftly, head tilting over his dark spotted shoulder to flash a feline grin at Nate, before looking ahead to the line he can almost taste in his pursuit.
I’ll let you have dibs on first pick. He purrs back, quieting his own purring as he sinks lower to the ground, coming up through the jungle trees and vines, ears perked forward to listen as soon as the sight of their colorful plumes as they graze, tearing greenery from the trunk and roots of a tree. Perfect. He sinks low enough to not cause alarm to the creatures, but still enough his steel gaze can find them easily – pulsing down the attuned bond to reach for Nate in both need and unity, to see what he picks.
The love-struck awe that hits Sunjata gets put in the memory bank, one to reflect on time and time again, enough that it grows distracting as he lets it wash over him, basking despite the way he leans into his instincts – man becoming far more panther than he’d ever shown Nate before. They become the hunters, Sunjata catching a trail of Ramphires. Because you didn’t want to be a whale. The attuned replies swiftly, head tilting over his dark spotted shoulder to flash a feline grin at Nate, before looking ahead to the line he can almost taste in his pursuit.
I’ll let you have dibs on first pick. He purrs back, quieting his own purring as he sinks lower to the ground, coming up through the jungle trees and vines, ears perked forward to listen as soon as the sight of their colorful plumes as they graze, tearing greenery from the trunk and roots of a tree. Perfect. He sinks low enough to not cause alarm to the creatures, but still enough his steel gaze can find them easily – pulsing down the attuned bond to reach for Nate in both need and unity, to see what he picks.
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.
