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
He listens and listens, letting the feelings Nate has roll over the bond between them, letting himself focus on the good that comes out of it regardless. Despite Nate having done those things, to Sunjata he’s still good, knows right from wrong, knows that it isn’t something that should be praised or paraded. It’s the difference, too, between himself and his own father. And it makes Sunjata love Nate all that much more – because they’d both done fucked up things, both knew at their core that it was wrong, still regretted it to this day.
There’s a low hum that slips from his throat as Nate presses in against his shoulder again and Sunjata’s arm tightens around Nate, paws clutching his fiancé close. Even if the only reason you survived it is because you came here, you still survived. He murmurs softly, a small nod granted to the mention of deals made with terrible people. He’s been there before too.
The low huff that leaves Nate has Sunjata’s love pulsing further, a stronger shift to the attention granted back tot heir relationship. I wouldn’t either. Comes the quiet agreement, the nuzzle of his head against Nate’s, keeping him as close as physically as possible. You know… When I told you about my escape from Korofi after my father killed Luci… I wasn’t entirely honest. He begins, wondering if the subject shift might be a balm to Nate’s already shattering emotions, hoping that the strength of his words and mind might be enough to bring some level of okay to them both. A burden he’d carried for quite some time. It was… A couple of months after Luci died and father had picked the engagement for Saartjie and I. There was a ball to be held, a celebration for it. Saar was to marry Graasvoel, Melita’s dad, and I was to marry a woman named Sybella from the… how do I put it. He pauses, whiskers twitching with thought, though there’s that similar oiliness that coats his end of the bond as well. The witchcraftish county. Anyway. They were staying there with us, because it was to be announced officially the merging of our houses. But security was low. And after everything, we needed to get out. Gaal was the one that got me and Luci captured, I wasn’t going to let Saar marry him. A rumble of annoyance, a hiss of a growl slipping from his throat with that before he nestles in closer to Nate.
There was an altercation that happened the night we tried to leave and Saar and I were in our common room and Sybella and Gaal showed up, gloating and proud. I… Couldn’t think of any other way. He too, saves Nate from the details, but the discomfort is clear in his end of the bond. I killed Sybella that night. Thought I killed Gaal too. And Saar and I ran. Made it to Dorobo as quick as we could. I had a bounty on my head from my father and Luci’s. There’s a pause of silence, unsure how to continue before his ears are wavering. I only survived because I came here, too. I only have someone like you because I came here, too.
There’s a low hum that slips from his throat as Nate presses in against his shoulder again and Sunjata’s arm tightens around Nate, paws clutching his fiancé close. Even if the only reason you survived it is because you came here, you still survived. He murmurs softly, a small nod granted to the mention of deals made with terrible people. He’s been there before too.
The low huff that leaves Nate has Sunjata’s love pulsing further, a stronger shift to the attention granted back tot heir relationship. I wouldn’t either. Comes the quiet agreement, the nuzzle of his head against Nate’s, keeping him as close as physically as possible. You know… When I told you about my escape from Korofi after my father killed Luci… I wasn’t entirely honest. He begins, wondering if the subject shift might be a balm to Nate’s already shattering emotions, hoping that the strength of his words and mind might be enough to bring some level of okay to them both. A burden he’d carried for quite some time. It was… A couple of months after Luci died and father had picked the engagement for Saartjie and I. There was a ball to be held, a celebration for it. Saar was to marry Graasvoel, Melita’s dad, and I was to marry a woman named Sybella from the… how do I put it. He pauses, whiskers twitching with thought, though there’s that similar oiliness that coats his end of the bond as well. The witchcraftish county. Anyway. They were staying there with us, because it was to be announced officially the merging of our houses. But security was low. And after everything, we needed to get out. Gaal was the one that got me and Luci captured, I wasn’t going to let Saar marry him. A rumble of annoyance, a hiss of a growl slipping from his throat with that before he nestles in closer to Nate.
There was an altercation that happened the night we tried to leave and Saar and I were in our common room and Sybella and Gaal showed up, gloating and proud. I… Couldn’t think of any other way. He too, saves Nate from the details, but the discomfort is clear in his end of the bond. I killed Sybella that night. Thought I killed Gaal too. And Saar and I ran. Made it to Dorobo as quick as we could. I had a bounty on my head from my father and Luci’s. There’s a pause of silence, unsure how to continue before his ears are wavering. I only survived because I came here, too. I only have someone like you because I came here, too.
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.
