// 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 //
It’s a closeness they’ve never managed to get to before. An opening that has truths aired, worries, fears, an openness that lets Nate tell him those darker thoughts. And for a moment, he finds it ironic, considering how many times Nate had healed and saved him too. But his fevered mind refuses to acknowledge the shadows that exist and encroach closer, a low hum leaving his lips as he tilts Nate’s head up, professing his love.
And there’s those iridescent sheen of tears, far too odd to be water, far to strange to be something afraid of. And so soot covered fingers brush the tears away, spreading the iridescence into Nate’s hair, watching his lover. He can feel him shake, feel the way something snaps between them and exposes something new, something raw. It’s enough to draw tears to his own steel gaze as well, so unable to express his emotions previously. But this is something else.
This is something more.
He presses a confirming kiss to Nate’s lips, only pulling away to hear what he has to say, burying his face into raven, iridescent hair, holding Nate just as tightly as the Ascended holds him. “You will. I know you will.” He rumbles, though he’s not sure if he’s speaking the native tongue or Korofi at this point. But a thought occurs to him, a fresh start here in Torchline now that the house has burned.
“Let’s get married. Build a new home.” Without the ghosts that lived in every crevice. It’s an agreement, something Sunjata wants so dearly he aches with it. A home they can build and make together. Theirs.
He nuzzles his head in, pressing longer kisses to Nate’s neck, trailing up the edge of a sharp jaw bone. “I love you too, Nate Wren. All of you. For forever and whatever comes next.” It’s a low hum, a lover's whisper against Nate’s ear, with all the conviction and love he can offer through his words and touch.
And there’s those iridescent sheen of tears, far too odd to be water, far to strange to be something afraid of. And so soot covered fingers brush the tears away, spreading the iridescence into Nate’s hair, watching his lover. He can feel him shake, feel the way something snaps between them and exposes something new, something raw. It’s enough to draw tears to his own steel gaze as well, so unable to express his emotions previously. But this is something else.
This is something more.
He presses a confirming kiss to Nate’s lips, only pulling away to hear what he has to say, burying his face into raven, iridescent hair, holding Nate just as tightly as the Ascended holds him. “You will. I know you will.” He rumbles, though he’s not sure if he’s speaking the native tongue or Korofi at this point. But a thought occurs to him, a fresh start here in Torchline now that the house has burned.
“Let’s get married. Build a new home.” Without the ghosts that lived in every crevice. It’s an agreement, something Sunjata wants so dearly he aches with it. A home they can build and make together. Theirs.
He nuzzles his head in, pressing longer kisses to Nate’s neck, trailing up the edge of a sharp jaw bone. “I love you too, Nate Wren. All of you. For forever and whatever comes next.” It’s a low hum, a lover's whisper against Nate’s ear, with all the conviction and love he can offer through his words and touch.
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.
