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
Honestly, he’s honored to be the only one to get this close to Nate. And still, somewhere deep down, he feels like he’s still not close enough. He wants to hear everything, to know everything about him from his previous life. He hopes that having this closeness might open things up between them, the idea that Sunjata wasn’t going to go anywhere regardless of how shitty things had been. If Nate decided to stay despite the fact Sunjata had so much blood on his hands, there’s nothing that would stop Sunjata from staying in return — no matter what Nate did or had to deal with.
But he nestles in close, large paws keeping Nate in close, and the purring between the two of them is loud and a constant whirring of a sound that accompanies the barrage of emotions that splash down toward him again. He takes a deep inhale, nuzzling his head in closer, awash with love and vibrancy. And Sunjata shifts then, moving slightly over under the heavy weight of Nate’s form. I love you too. He hums back through the bond, before he’s nudging Nate over so he can stand. The realization that they couldn’t stay like this all night — at least not here, in his mind. But once they got the kill back to the house, it would be free game.
He places his paws on either side of Nate then, head lowering to bump his nose into Nate’s scarred cheek. Let’s take the ramphire home and then you can explore the form some more, hmm? Comes the quiet question, tongue lashing out in a makeshift kiss — his reluctance evident through the bond that he doesn’t want to but knows they have to. Grab one end and we can drag it back I think. The other suggestion is made as he’s pulling away, moving to the ramphire and nudging it with his head so it’ll roll over, before grabbing a leg within his maw.
But he nestles in close, large paws keeping Nate in close, and the purring between the two of them is loud and a constant whirring of a sound that accompanies the barrage of emotions that splash down toward him again. He takes a deep inhale, nuzzling his head in closer, awash with love and vibrancy. And Sunjata shifts then, moving slightly over under the heavy weight of Nate’s form. I love you too. He hums back through the bond, before he’s nudging Nate over so he can stand. The realization that they couldn’t stay like this all night — at least not here, in his mind. But once they got the kill back to the house, it would be free game.
He places his paws on either side of Nate then, head lowering to bump his nose into Nate’s scarred cheek. Let’s take the ramphire home and then you can explore the form some more, hmm? Comes the quiet question, tongue lashing out in a makeshift kiss — his reluctance evident through the bond that he doesn’t want to but knows they have to. Grab one end and we can drag it back I think. The other suggestion is made as he’s pulling away, moving to the ramphire and nudging it with his head so it’ll roll over, before grabbing a leg within his maw.
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.
