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
A low hum is given to Nate, head tilting slightly when the kiss is applied to a very familiar spot along the Attuned’s neck. “You are my best moon.” He rumbles, cheek brushing against Nate’s face briefly. But then he’s pulling away slightly, wings folding up tight, an easy smile playing on his lips as his hands cling to Nate.
“No secrets. Just us and a lot of stone.” He gives Nate’s hand a light squeeze, following the Ascended up the glossy stone, trying to keep his own balance as well. It proves to be difficult, a boot scuffing here and there sending him lurching and clinging to Nate or the walls, wings flaring for balance, but before long they’re on flat ground again and Sunjata manages to release a huff of air in relief that they’d made it.
He remains still for the moment, waiting to see how Nate would prefer to slide down this time, when arms wrap around his shoulders and a long kiss is offered, Sunjata giving in without a second thought. He gives in again when Nate presses against him, hard enough he steps back into the wall, wings flaring out as he’s pinned against shiny black. The kiss breaks and Sunjata’s head tilts back a bit, focusing on Nate as the accented words leave his lips. And of course, he initially thinks of the slide, but then Nate’s hands are at the base of his wings and his body reacts. Of course he reacts, he can’t remember the last time they’d done this, not with the sickness blacking out his memory.
A low sigh slips from his lips, feet shuffling a bit against the stone, wings flaring and twitching with each touch Nate gives, a similar response Nate could likely feel pressed back against him. “I’d take the look of this cave over the Fingers any day.” He purrs, his own hands roaming from Nate’s arms to along his husband's chest, to his shoulders as Sunjata’s horns spiral from his head and click against the black stone behind him, scratching a line in the obsidian.
“No secrets. Just us and a lot of stone.” He gives Nate’s hand a light squeeze, following the Ascended up the glossy stone, trying to keep his own balance as well. It proves to be difficult, a boot scuffing here and there sending him lurching and clinging to Nate or the walls, wings flaring for balance, but before long they’re on flat ground again and Sunjata manages to release a huff of air in relief that they’d made it.
He remains still for the moment, waiting to see how Nate would prefer to slide down this time, when arms wrap around his shoulders and a long kiss is offered, Sunjata giving in without a second thought. He gives in again when Nate presses against him, hard enough he steps back into the wall, wings flaring out as he’s pinned against shiny black. The kiss breaks and Sunjata’s head tilts back a bit, focusing on Nate as the accented words leave his lips. And of course, he initially thinks of the slide, but then Nate’s hands are at the base of his wings and his body reacts. Of course he reacts, he can’t remember the last time they’d done this, not with the sickness blacking out his memory.
A low sigh slips from his lips, feet shuffling a bit against the stone, wings flaring and twitching with each touch Nate gives, a similar response Nate could likely feel pressed back against him. “I’d take the look of this cave over the Fingers any day.” He purrs, his own hands roaming from Nate’s arms to along his husband's chest, to his shoulders as Sunjata’s horns spiral from his head and click against the black stone behind him, scratching a line in the obsidian.
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.
