// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
It’s easier – to focus on his hand rather than Nate moving around the kitchen. It helps keep the nausea down, rather than following him back and forth as well. But he wants to focus on his fiancé, to prove that he’s okay when he knows he’s anything but. This is more somber than his usual trips home bloodied and fucked up, the fragility of what’s happened hitting him hard. So he listens instead, his other hand coming up to rub along the slightly raised scarring beneath the starry tattoos to his arms that shift and flicker – sparkle and glimmer – as if charged by the lightning. “I don’t either.” He concedes with a quiet sigh.
But then Nate’s there – fingers lacing into his, a kiss pressed to the scarred hand and then to his forehead – Sunjata’s eyes closing as he leans into the touch, letting it soothe the worries and anxieties in his heart. “Feels kind of like one.” He mulls it over quietly, tongue racing along his lower lip. But then Nate’s moving again, far too soon, but food is on its way and Sunjata’s quietly thankful for that as well as he tries to focus through his memory of what happened.
“I don’t know how far I was thrown when it hit. I think I blacked out, came to when Zeph dragged me back and Zuriel was healing me.” He recollects, chewing on the inside of his cheek, thumb rubbing against a raised scar inside by his elbow. “I remember… Glass.” He remembers the sound of glass forming, of it shattering, and then nothing. If anything, it’s an indication of the power of the storm he’d called down, how badly it had backfired. “My ears were ringing. My pulse… Was too high. I could feel it everywhere.”
But then Nate’s there – fingers lacing into his, a kiss pressed to the scarred hand and then to his forehead – Sunjata’s eyes closing as he leans into the touch, letting it soothe the worries and anxieties in his heart. “Feels kind of like one.” He mulls it over quietly, tongue racing along his lower lip. But then Nate’s moving again, far too soon, but food is on its way and Sunjata’s quietly thankful for that as well as he tries to focus through his memory of what happened.
“I don’t know how far I was thrown when it hit. I think I blacked out, came to when Zeph dragged me back and Zuriel was healing me.” He recollects, chewing on the inside of his cheek, thumb rubbing against a raised scar inside by his elbow. “I remember… Glass.” He remembers the sound of glass forming, of it shattering, and then nothing. If anything, it’s an indication of the power of the storm he’d called down, how badly it had backfired. “My ears were ringing. My pulse… Was too high. I could feel it everywhere.”
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.
