SUNJATA
the flood
i'll use you as a warning sign
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind
Nate’s eye finally meets his, and he puffs out a quiet sigh of relief even if Nate’s gaze holds nothing but confusion and sorrow. At least he’s not clutching the edge of the basin anymore, and for that Sunjata’s quietly thankful. After a few moments, he grasps Nate’s hand at the basin, pulling it into the little circle so that way his other wing can move to block out the light and the strange room around them. A soft smile crosses his face, encouraging, gentle.
His husband’s hands slip around him, Sunjata’s wings wrapping around them in their own makeshift darkness, and he presses a soft kiss against Nate’s temple before burying his face into familiar dark curls. “You thought it was waiting for us.” He hums softly, no amount of judgment in the accent of his voice. “You thought maybe it had… A fix.” Another quiet sound, face burying in and nuzzling against Nate’s neck.
“We’ll find one. I promise.” There’s got to be a cure for them somewhere, and if nothing else Sunjata’s positive he will try to keep that promise just as he had the vows from a wedding he barely remembers but knows he’d made. His hand slips up then, head pulling away so he might look back at Nate’s face, fingers stroking along his husband’s jaw before slit steel tries to meet a vibrant blue. “I love you.”
His husband’s hands slip around him, Sunjata’s wings wrapping around them in their own makeshift darkness, and he presses a soft kiss against Nate’s temple before burying his face into familiar dark curls. “You thought it was waiting for us.” He hums softly, no amount of judgment in the accent of his voice. “You thought maybe it had… A fix.” Another quiet sound, face burying in and nuzzling against Nate’s neck.
“We’ll find one. I promise.” There’s got to be a cure for them somewhere, and if nothing else Sunjata’s positive he will try to keep that promise just as he had the vows from a wedding he barely remembers but knows he’d made. His hand slips up then, head pulling away so he might look back at Nate’s face, fingers stroking along his husband’s jaw before slit steel tries to meet a vibrant blue. “I love you.”
and i'll use you as a focal point
so i don't lose sight of what i want
so i don't lose sight of what i want
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.
