SUNJATA
the flood
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
He was a rich kid – grown up in a mansion, fancy clothes, everything most people dreamed of having. Only, he’d gotten the short end of the stick, with bare walls and a strict regimen to stick to if only to ensure that he didn’t fuck it up more. But that was neither here nor there, listening as Nate speaks of helping his nonna, a small smile crossing his face at a memory that he’d never had but one he could imagine quite vibrantly.
He’s half tempted to ask why Nate’s dad wouldn’t let him, but thinks better of it, letting the imagination take the reins in his fevered state, and instead decides to press his cheek against Nate – wherever he can reach as the next comment comes. “Don’t know what a coke is but milkshakes are fantastic.” He hums thoughtfully, adding in more of the playful side to ward away the dark thoughts.
The brat comment has a crooked grin spreading across his face as his lips are captured again, spending a few moments to indulge in it. “Oh. So when you were cut and you bled, it was just long thin spaghetti noodles?” He asks, once Nate’s pulled away. There’s excitement that glimmers in the steel of his eyes, his hand lifting to run along Nate’s cheek, to run a calloused thumb along his scar as the Ascended comments on bowties.
“I’ll wear one.” He murmurs, flashing a grin before Nate’s sinking again and lips are brushing against his collar – his head tilting slightly as his fingers run through raven hair again until he reaches the back of Nate’s neck, running his fingers along his fiance’s spine. “What’re you going to wear? Were you a bowtie guy?” He rumbles, smirking slightly at the rhyme.
He’s half tempted to ask why Nate’s dad wouldn’t let him, but thinks better of it, letting the imagination take the reins in his fevered state, and instead decides to press his cheek against Nate – wherever he can reach as the next comment comes. “Don’t know what a coke is but milkshakes are fantastic.” He hums thoughtfully, adding in more of the playful side to ward away the dark thoughts.
The brat comment has a crooked grin spreading across his face as his lips are captured again, spending a few moments to indulge in it. “Oh. So when you were cut and you bled, it was just long thin spaghetti noodles?” He asks, once Nate’s pulled away. There’s excitement that glimmers in the steel of his eyes, his hand lifting to run along Nate’s cheek, to run a calloused thumb along his scar as the Ascended comments on bowties.
“I’ll wear one.” He murmurs, flashing a grin before Nate’s sinking again and lips are brushing against his collar – his head tilting slightly as his fingers run through raven hair again until he reaches the back of Nate’s neck, running his fingers along his fiance’s spine. “What’re you going to wear? Were you a bowtie guy?” He rumbles, smirking slightly at the rhyme.
i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough
but there's just never enough
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.
