SUNJATA
There’s a low hum that leaves Sunjata as Nate says he doesn’t want to talk about it. And that’s fine – it’s fair enough. Sunjata won’t force him to do it. Sunjata won’t force Nate to do anything that dregs up old memories best left to open when more mentally ready – if that day ever came. So he just remains quiet, pressed in tight against Nate, the blood smeared along his face mixing with a small stream of sweat now – painting his skin in a different pattern than Nate’s original frantic hands had.
But then his lover’s talking, and Sunjata remains quiet – letting him talk, letting him get it out – and by the end of it, Sunjata’s arms grow a bit tighter around him. He won’t lie and say that Nate should know, but Sunjata doesn’t blame him either. So he takes a few moments to get over his frantic heartbeat, to let it start to calm, to swallow hard against a parched throat while his tongue feels like lead. “Accident.” He manages at first, taking a deep inhale, eyes still closed tight so he doesn’t have to see the shadows that dance across the room when he opens them. “It was an accident.” Comes the next rumble.
He waits a few more seconds, mulling it over and nuzzling his head in closer. “I’ll be okay.” A breathy response, unsure of what to say. Because he should have known too, should have been able to tell something was wrong and off, that he could have pulled away from Nate and he hadn’t. He’d wanted to burn bright. “Accidents happen.”
But then his lover’s talking, and Sunjata remains quiet – letting him talk, letting him get it out – and by the end of it, Sunjata’s arms grow a bit tighter around him. He won’t lie and say that Nate should know, but Sunjata doesn’t blame him either. So he takes a few moments to get over his frantic heartbeat, to let it start to calm, to swallow hard against a parched throat while his tongue feels like lead. “Accident.” He manages at first, taking a deep inhale, eyes still closed tight so he doesn’t have to see the shadows that dance across the room when he opens them. “It was an accident.” Comes the next rumble.
He waits a few more seconds, mulling it over and nuzzling his head in closer. “I’ll be okay.” A breathy response, unsure of what to say. Because he should have known too, should have been able to tell something was wrong and off, that he could have pulled away from Nate and he hadn’t. He’d wanted to burn bright. “Accidents happen.”
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.
