so show me your love under a bad moon // we'll find your pieces in your bedroom
'cause it's bringing me back // it's bringing me back
'cause it's bringing me back // it's bringing me back
It lines up, the rings fitting together perfectly, fitting each other’s fingers perfectly, and it feels right. So much so that when he speaks, when he utters Nate’s full first name and spies the brief wrinkle of his nose, he can’t help but to offer a crookedly boyish smile back, an attempt to soothe however it felt.
But he’s speaking, he’s vowing, he’s stumbling over his words and Nate’s hand lifts to brush against his cheek when he stumbles and stutters. But he draws silently, gaze focused intently on Nate as this final piece of a puzzle is put in place, as he hears the vow for what it is, what it means, and everything it’s ever made him feel. For a man that’d grown up imagining that marriage would never result in happiness, it’s no wonder he thought it a pointless affair.
Not if he could feel like this.
Nate finishes his set of the vows, and Sunjata takes a shuddering inhale of breath. ‘With these rings, yer now wed.’ And that’s all it takes for Sunjata to lean forward and crash into Nate – greedy and needy in all the ways he can’t express his feelings with words, even if the sickness had made it easier. He could certainly express it here.
There’s a brief chuckle from the man before he continues, Sunjata reluctantly pulling away to listen. ‘Now you’ll feel no rain, fer eacha ya will shelter fer the other. Now you’ll feel no cold, fer eacha ya will be warmth fer the other. Now there’s no loneliness fer ya. Now ya are two people but only one life ‘fore ya.’ A brief pause as he considers the two in front of them, Sunjata’s gaze focused intensely on Nate.
‘Go to yer home ‘n enter into th’days of yer togetherness. May yer days be good ‘n long together.’ And after that? There’s really nothing else for the man to do, grabbing his things and leaving the two of them to their devices – leaving Sunjata clutching Nate’s hand tighter and moving again to crash into Nate again.
But he’s speaking, he’s vowing, he’s stumbling over his words and Nate’s hand lifts to brush against his cheek when he stumbles and stutters. But he draws silently, gaze focused intently on Nate as this final piece of a puzzle is put in place, as he hears the vow for what it is, what it means, and everything it’s ever made him feel. For a man that’d grown up imagining that marriage would never result in happiness, it’s no wonder he thought it a pointless affair.
Not if he could feel like this.
Nate finishes his set of the vows, and Sunjata takes a shuddering inhale of breath. ‘With these rings, yer now wed.’ And that’s all it takes for Sunjata to lean forward and crash into Nate – greedy and needy in all the ways he can’t express his feelings with words, even if the sickness had made it easier. He could certainly express it here.
There’s a brief chuckle from the man before he continues, Sunjata reluctantly pulling away to listen. ‘Now you’ll feel no rain, fer eacha ya will shelter fer the other. Now you’ll feel no cold, fer eacha ya will be warmth fer the other. Now there’s no loneliness fer ya. Now ya are two people but only one life ‘fore ya.’ A brief pause as he considers the two in front of them, Sunjata’s gaze focused intensely on Nate.
‘Go to yer home ‘n enter into th’days of yer togetherness. May yer days be good ‘n long together.’ And after that? There’s really nothing else for the man to do, grabbing his things and leaving the two of them to their devices – leaving Sunjata clutching Nate’s hand tighter and moving again to crash into Nate again.
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.
