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
Mmm, I don’t either. Sunjata agrees, equally as warm and soft internally as it is sent over. The comfort, the calm, the way they can sink into the shifts and simply be. And the fact that he doesn’t have to hide anything, doesn’t have a choice in it. He’s so cautious elsewhere in his forms with other attuneds, but here? With only Nate here? He can send it all over, give all of himself he can’t otherwise, and it’s everything to him.
The quip is shot over incredibly fast – so fast that a louder, brilliant laugh, gets sent over. Only if you want to be. He rumbles, the purring continuing before he’s keeping Nate close – a tangle of legs and claws and lumps of black spotted fur along the jungle floor. You’re the only one I’ve let this close. To where it almost feels like he’s broadcasting every moment of himself over, every piece of himself that points toward Nate.
He feels the way, mentally with the telepathy, how it causes Nate to falter – and he realizes now that he can see it when Nate tends to pause briefly, or grow predatorily still. But he waits, keeping Nate tucked in under his chest – knowing how he didn’t like to be seen when explaining, but this was a different kind of visibility. It was far more vulnerable, and despite Sunjata’s often stony exterior, Nate would be able to tell how much of that was an entire lie, how internally he was just as bruised and broken, pieced together with tape and sticks as everyone else that didn’t know how to deal with their traumas.
The emotions from Nate barrage him in return. And it’s Sunjata that has to pause too, because he’s not entirely sure how Nate means. It comes across in the bond as well, the brief uncertainty of whether Nate means being able to shift and indulge as well, or the fact it was them being together, of having this life with nobody to judge or second guess – something neither of them had in their previous worlds.
All he can do is just nuzzle his own boxy head in closer to Nate – purring increasing, heartbeat a steady drum in his chest. I am too. He begins, a slow inhale of breath. I’m so glad we met, skatjie. He purrs back.
The quip is shot over incredibly fast – so fast that a louder, brilliant laugh, gets sent over. Only if you want to be. He rumbles, the purring continuing before he’s keeping Nate close – a tangle of legs and claws and lumps of black spotted fur along the jungle floor. You’re the only one I’ve let this close. To where it almost feels like he’s broadcasting every moment of himself over, every piece of himself that points toward Nate.
He feels the way, mentally with the telepathy, how it causes Nate to falter – and he realizes now that he can see it when Nate tends to pause briefly, or grow predatorily still. But he waits, keeping Nate tucked in under his chest – knowing how he didn’t like to be seen when explaining, but this was a different kind of visibility. It was far more vulnerable, and despite Sunjata’s often stony exterior, Nate would be able to tell how much of that was an entire lie, how internally he was just as bruised and broken, pieced together with tape and sticks as everyone else that didn’t know how to deal with their traumas.
The emotions from Nate barrage him in return. And it’s Sunjata that has to pause too, because he’s not entirely sure how Nate means. It comes across in the bond as well, the brief uncertainty of whether Nate means being able to shift and indulge as well, or the fact it was them being together, of having this life with nobody to judge or second guess – something neither of them had in their previous worlds.
All he can do is just nuzzle his own boxy head in closer to Nate – purring increasing, heartbeat a steady drum in his chest. I am too. He begins, a slow inhale of breath. I’m so glad we met, skatjie. He purrs back.
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.
