// 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 //
A brief roguish grin is given toward Nate, the effect of wanting to stick his tongue out at the Ascended when he says that it isn’t rude if he laughs. On the subject of being ticklish though, Sunjata wiggles again under the touch of ghostly hands, a sharp inhale given with an amused gleam to his slate gaze. “You never asked.” He murmurs, not sure if it makes sense but knowing that it does in his mind.
But then he tells Nate to tell him a secret, part of him fully expecting it to go wrong, part of him not expecting it at all. And so he settles in, Nate atop him, hands rubbing gently along his lover’s sides, beneath his shirt. He ends up closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch the swirling ceiling, his hand finding Nate’s as the story continues, fingers interlocking with the Ascended as the story starts to dive. The shaky laugh, something Sunjata knows well, receives a gentle squeeze.
There’s a moment when Sunjata stills, because he knows that feeling. He knows he’s done that a few too many times before coincidence saved him from it, and he presses his cheek against Nate’s head while he continues, some sort of hollow feeling in his stomach beginning to howl. But he’s glad, because Nate’s definitely here, and if he could he wants to try and imagine the redhead, the fevered sickness wanting him to be able to thank her, to give him this.
His lips part, about to add something before Nate’s surging up, lips pressed and locked to his in a way that Sunjata’s felt before in fleeting moments. This feels more monumental, as if everything Nate’s ever wanted to say is communicated in this love, this kiss, the touch to his cheeks and his jaw. And the sickness doesn’t make him shy away from giving it back, doesn’t shy away from the fact that he tries to share through his kiss too. To share the idea that if anything, anything happened to Nate that it would absolutely destroy him.
So he takes the moment, fevered heavy arms lifting to wrap around Nate, to roll them over again so he’s on top, legs braced on either side of his fiancé when he breaks the kiss, forehead pressed against Nate’s as he searches his face. And when he finds it, he takes a slow and quiet inhale, pressing a kiss to Nate’s forehead, before he continues on.
“I love you.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to Nate’s scar next, the one that crosses the bridge of his nose. “I love you.” He repeats, pressing a kiss to Nate’s ruined eye. “I love you.” His voice shakes but he shifts to press a follow up kiss again to Nate’s cheek just under the end of the scar, the one that crosses beneath his good eye.
And then his head lifts, arms braced on either side of Nate’s head, fingers brushing tangled black hair from his face, tilting the Ascended’s chin up ever so slightly. “And nothing, nothing, will ever stop me from loving you, so you have this. I promise.” He aims to capture Nate’s lips next, trying to convey exactly what he means through it, thumbs stroking along a sharp pale jaw. Promises were not easy things, Sunjata too prone to breaking them that he’s strayed away from making them in the first place.
But he can do this one. There isn’t a flicker of doubt in his mind that he can love Nate the way he deserves it.
But then he tells Nate to tell him a secret, part of him fully expecting it to go wrong, part of him not expecting it at all. And so he settles in, Nate atop him, hands rubbing gently along his lover’s sides, beneath his shirt. He ends up closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch the swirling ceiling, his hand finding Nate’s as the story continues, fingers interlocking with the Ascended as the story starts to dive. The shaky laugh, something Sunjata knows well, receives a gentle squeeze.
There’s a moment when Sunjata stills, because he knows that feeling. He knows he’s done that a few too many times before coincidence saved him from it, and he presses his cheek against Nate’s head while he continues, some sort of hollow feeling in his stomach beginning to howl. But he’s glad, because Nate’s definitely here, and if he could he wants to try and imagine the redhead, the fevered sickness wanting him to be able to thank her, to give him this.
His lips part, about to add something before Nate’s surging up, lips pressed and locked to his in a way that Sunjata’s felt before in fleeting moments. This feels more monumental, as if everything Nate’s ever wanted to say is communicated in this love, this kiss, the touch to his cheeks and his jaw. And the sickness doesn’t make him shy away from giving it back, doesn’t shy away from the fact that he tries to share through his kiss too. To share the idea that if anything, anything happened to Nate that it would absolutely destroy him.
So he takes the moment, fevered heavy arms lifting to wrap around Nate, to roll them over again so he’s on top, legs braced on either side of his fiancé when he breaks the kiss, forehead pressed against Nate’s as he searches his face. And when he finds it, he takes a slow and quiet inhale, pressing a kiss to Nate’s forehead, before he continues on.
“I love you.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to Nate’s scar next, the one that crosses the bridge of his nose. “I love you.” He repeats, pressing a kiss to Nate’s ruined eye. “I love you.” His voice shakes but he shifts to press a follow up kiss again to Nate’s cheek just under the end of the scar, the one that crosses beneath his good eye.
And then his head lifts, arms braced on either side of Nate’s head, fingers brushing tangled black hair from his face, tilting the Ascended’s chin up ever so slightly. “And nothing, nothing, will ever stop me from loving you, so you have this. I promise.” He aims to capture Nate’s lips next, trying to convey exactly what he means through it, thumbs stroking along a sharp pale jaw. Promises were not easy things, Sunjata too prone to breaking them that he’s strayed away from making them in the first place.
But he can do this one. There isn’t a flicker of doubt in his mind that he can love Nate the way he deserves it.
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.
