SUNJATA
There’s a moment when he does think he’ll combust into white light – and there’s another moment when he worries for Nate, where if he does burn and explode, wouldn’t that harm his lover as well?
But then he has another thought – another one that screams at the back of his mind that this is how they’ll go. They can go together. All would be right and fine, and they’d follow each other until the end of the world, in the afterlife, and would never have to part again. (And yet Sunjata doesn’t know that the souls of the Ascended don’t go where he’s going, a feat that would break his heart in a split second.)
And so he burns, feeling Nate shift, feeling goosebumps arise on his skin, along his body as the warmth he feels exudes into the bed they share. And Nate presses in harder, the Ascended searching for something in a way that Sunjata hopes he never finds it if only to continue the feeling. But then it shifts, and something goes… Wrong, in a sense, as if the world slows and spins and dizziness begins to creep in where love an intimacy once were. And he can’t keep up, his head tilting away from Nate’s hand, to pant and hiss against his lover’s raven hair, the fingers buried within it tugging harder. “Nate –” comes the moanpause, when he feels hands running along his side and he shudders with it, head tilting back, hips pressing in harder against his lover, searching for some bit of relief even as his mind swims and grows dizzier as the seconds pass.
But then he has another thought – another one that screams at the back of his mind that this is how they’ll go. They can go together. All would be right and fine, and they’d follow each other until the end of the world, in the afterlife, and would never have to part again. (And yet Sunjata doesn’t know that the souls of the Ascended don’t go where he’s going, a feat that would break his heart in a split second.)
And so he burns, feeling Nate shift, feeling goosebumps arise on his skin, along his body as the warmth he feels exudes into the bed they share. And Nate presses in harder, the Ascended searching for something in a way that Sunjata hopes he never finds it if only to continue the feeling. But then it shifts, and something goes… Wrong, in a sense, as if the world slows and spins and dizziness begins to creep in where love an intimacy once were. And he can’t keep up, his head tilting away from Nate’s hand, to pant and hiss against his lover’s raven hair, the fingers buried within it tugging harder. “Nate –” comes the moan
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.
