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
Nate’s attempts to nestle in closer are met with Sunjata’s own easy agreement and shifting – giving the other panther room to fit against him like a puzzle piece. The reflection of love that’s sent down the bond alleviates any worries for longer – a brief moment thought of how it could’ve come crashing down before LongNight, when their argument had felt like it might lead toward the end before they’d broken and were forged again. He wouldn’t have this, and he can’t imagine it – doesn’t want to. So he sends back everything he can, a never ending stream of content, surprise, love, and happiness in their own little loop.
Sunjata settles again once Nate’s stretched, nose pressed against the attuned’s own, and a toothy feline grin settles along his face, only making the purring louder. A nice, easy, smooth sailing Flowerbirth. He comments, though there’s the tinge of amusement within the words, before warm steel meets electric blue. Mm, nope. I doubt anything’s going to swoop in for the kill with us here. He lifts his head, brushing his nose along Nate’s, the purring not stopping and only growing louder with the lick along his jaw.
A large paw lifts to rest around Nate’s own shoulder, attempting to hook him close as they remain – Sunjata not planning on leaving any time soon. This bond… It’s something I can do with other attuned when I’m not shifted. He explains, finding Nate’s gaze again. But it feels worlds different with you. I can… Finally show you what I can’t really say but have always wanted to. He stumbles, he falters, but the feelings he sends with the words make up for the missing pieces – fills in the holes so it makes sense.
Sunjata settles again once Nate’s stretched, nose pressed against the attuned’s own, and a toothy feline grin settles along his face, only making the purring louder. A nice, easy, smooth sailing Flowerbirth. He comments, though there’s the tinge of amusement within the words, before warm steel meets electric blue. Mm, nope. I doubt anything’s going to swoop in for the kill with us here. He lifts his head, brushing his nose along Nate’s, the purring not stopping and only growing louder with the lick along his jaw.
A large paw lifts to rest around Nate’s own shoulder, attempting to hook him close as they remain – Sunjata not planning on leaving any time soon. This bond… It’s something I can do with other attuned when I’m not shifted. He explains, finding Nate’s gaze again. But it feels worlds different with you. I can… Finally show you what I can’t really say but have always wanted to. He stumbles, he falters, but the feelings he sends with the words make up for the missing pieces – fills in the holes so it makes sense.
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.
