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
Fair enough. He rumbles as he’s climbing along the bed, dropping himself onto Nate with all the playfulness he can muster despite the exhaustion that slips into his bones from their hunt. They should prepare the creature, separate it out for the gift packages for Fiat Lux, and yet… This takes precedence. He feels the warmth and delight from Nate, rebounded back from Sunjata as he grows more comfortable in this strange attempt at two panthers cuddling. Of course I spoil you. He purrs, though it ends in a bright, soft laugh. You deserve it, you know. Comes the additional bit, pulling his head away from Nate’s neck as his fiancé begins to wiggle from beneath him.
And then they’re resituated, Nate’s chin resting on his head. Sunjata’s eyes close as he settles in with the feeling – warmth and comfort bleeding through the bond. At the question, though, the possibility of opening up… A steel eye opens to view the other black fuzzy body as he considers it. I wouldn’t mind. He begins, open honesty slipping from him as he tilts his head a bit so Nate’s chin rests more along Sunjata’s cheek. If you want that. Of course, there’s some bit of trepidation within, the fact that Sunjata doesn’t know how much Nate wishes to open up – but they’re open books to one another in this form. Perhaps it will help, perhaps it’ll make things worse. They won’t know until they try.
So a paw lifts, to tuck under Nate’s neck, keeping his fiancé close. However you want to start. And there’s a feeling within the words that suggests he doesn’t have to start anything if he doesn’t want to – giving Nate the choice to continue it or not. He closes his eyes, regardless, even if it wouldn’t affect anything with the connection between them right now. It’s the idea of it that counts, he thinks.
And then they’re resituated, Nate’s chin resting on his head. Sunjata’s eyes close as he settles in with the feeling – warmth and comfort bleeding through the bond. At the question, though, the possibility of opening up… A steel eye opens to view the other black fuzzy body as he considers it. I wouldn’t mind. He begins, open honesty slipping from him as he tilts his head a bit so Nate’s chin rests more along Sunjata’s cheek. If you want that. Of course, there’s some bit of trepidation within, the fact that Sunjata doesn’t know how much Nate wishes to open up – but they’re open books to one another in this form. Perhaps it will help, perhaps it’ll make things worse. They won’t know until they try.
So a paw lifts, to tuck under Nate’s neck, keeping his fiancé close. However you want to start. And there’s a feeling within the words that suggests he doesn’t have to start anything if he doesn’t want to – giving Nate the choice to continue it or not. He closes his eyes, regardless, even if it wouldn’t affect anything with the connection between them right now. It’s the idea of it that counts, he thinks.
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.
