SUNJATA
He doesn’t know what Nate’s about to say – has no idea what lurks behind the door that only his lover can hear. No, all Sunjata knows is that it’s warm, his fiancé looks like he’s made of diamonds, and he wants nothing more than to lounge for the rest of eternity. Perhaps the bed is a cloud, taking them far away from burdens and responsibilities. Perhaps it’ll never set them back down again.
The sharpened grin that crosses Nate’s face brings him back, and he focuses on it with a sharpened edge to his own crooked smile. But then Nate’s lips are there and things within Sunjata settle – head tilting into the hand that rakes through his curls (not spiders. Definitely not spiders). “You think so?” He rumbles, his accent at odds with Nate’s thicker tone – one that he hasn’t quite heard but loves. He feels like he hangs on every inflection, every pause with what Nate says.
His eyes close again, taking a deep inhale as his arms wrap tight around Nate – or is it loose? He can’t tell – at least until Nate’s hand leaves his hair and Sunjata feels Nate tear away from him to sit up. There’s a breathy whine, lids opening again as he focuses on his diamond skinned lover. “Thirsty.” He begins, throat suddenly parched, but he’s reaching for Nate again – to tug him beneath the blankets with him, despite his furnace temperature that causes him to sweat consistently.
“Don’t leave.” Heasks? says, shifting a bit in the blankets and the pillows. “You won’t leave me, will you?” It’s unclear if he means just for the day or forever. “I love you.”
The sharpened grin that crosses Nate’s face brings him back, and he focuses on it with a sharpened edge to his own crooked smile. But then Nate’s lips are there and things within Sunjata settle – head tilting into the hand that rakes through his curls (not spiders. Definitely not spiders). “You think so?” He rumbles, his accent at odds with Nate’s thicker tone – one that he hasn’t quite heard but loves. He feels like he hangs on every inflection, every pause with what Nate says.
His eyes close again, taking a deep inhale as his arms wrap tight around Nate – or is it loose? He can’t tell – at least until Nate’s hand leaves his hair and Sunjata feels Nate tear away from him to sit up. There’s a breathy whine, lids opening again as he focuses on his diamond skinned lover. “Thirsty.” He begins, throat suddenly parched, but he’s reaching for Nate again – to tug him beneath the blankets with him, despite his furnace temperature that causes him to sweat consistently.
“Don’t leave.” He
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
