SUNJATA
In all honesty, his own arguments would be weak in comparison too. But he focuses on Nate’s response, what happens next. There’s an apology paired with shivering and Sunjata wishes so much to give all his warmth to Nate if only that he’d feel better. So he’s glad he’s offered the second attempt, something they both can do, something that keeps them together so they don’t get whisked away into the darkness.
His head tilts as Nate presses in against his neck again, however briefly it is, before his arms release and Nate’s moving — agreeing to the terms set out. Already once Nate is gone there’s a low whine in his throat, escaping as he opens his eyes and watches the shadows reach out from the ceiling again. He shudders when he feels a hand reaching for him, noticing immediately that it’s Nate and relaxing.
There’s a quiet exhale and he latches onto his lover, pulled out of bed and wrapped around with a blanket shield, wrapping both arms around Nate and swaying slightly, stumbling a small amount when he takes a step. But he recovers, head lolling onto Nate’s shoulder. “Ready, skatjie.” He murmurs softly, letting Nate lead the way down the stairs, keeping his eyes on the floor so the shadows can’t snatch him away.
There’s a moment when his breath hitches, when he’s uncertain if the shadows have reached him, and he flinches away from something he’s not sure Nate can see. “You’ve got me, right?” Comes the quiet whine of uncertainty.
His head tilts as Nate presses in against his neck again, however briefly it is, before his arms release and Nate’s moving — agreeing to the terms set out. Already once Nate is gone there’s a low whine in his throat, escaping as he opens his eyes and watches the shadows reach out from the ceiling again. He shudders when he feels a hand reaching for him, noticing immediately that it’s Nate and relaxing.
There’s a quiet exhale and he latches onto his lover, pulled out of bed and wrapped around with a blanket shield, wrapping both arms around Nate and swaying slightly, stumbling a small amount when he takes a step. But he recovers, head lolling onto Nate’s shoulder. “Ready, skatjie.” He murmurs softly, letting Nate lead the way down the stairs, keeping his eyes on the floor so the shadows can’t snatch him away.
There’s a moment when his breath hitches, when he’s uncertain if the shadows have reached him, and he flinches away from something he’s not sure Nate can see. “You’ve got me, right?” Comes the quiet whine of uncertainty.
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.
