darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
As deep of a sleep as he’s in, he doesn’t notice when Nate comes into the room, doesn’t notice when the sounds don’t quite match up to typical settling of the structure. He doesn’t even notice when the weight feels different on the bed, too exhausted to really notice it right away. Haai does, though, retracting her paws and legs from the Attuned, a whined yawn leaving her maw in a puff of smoke as she peers up at Nate with her emerald gaze.
There’s half of a paw print etched into Sunjata’s face, his unconscious having him nuzzle his cheek into Nate’s hand, an unclenching of his jaw that nearly hurt with how tight it had been while he slept. The singsong tone does start to rouse him though, as does the gentle thump of Haai’s tail against the bed, Sunjata’s eyes squeezing shut for a moment tighter if only to hold off on waking up just yet. “A surprise…?” He mumbles half asleep, working his jaw a moment before his head tilts away from Nate’s hand toward his husband’s voice.
“Is it a surprise for me?” He asks, a half sleepy smile crossing his face before one eye peeks open, steel with a slit pupil to see in the dark better, spending a few moments scanning Nate before his vision clears the bluriness of sleep.
And then he sees it. And both eyes open, jolted a bit further awake, moving to sit up braced on his elbows, his amused smile shifting to something more bewildered, more… Surprised. His left hand reaches up to cup Nate’s own cheek, his thumb brushing over the scar, pausing before the eye as he simply stares in his shock. “Nate… Gods.” He breathes, the grin forming along his face is relieved and awed. “Is it grey?”
There’s half of a paw print etched into Sunjata’s face, his unconscious having him nuzzle his cheek into Nate’s hand, an unclenching of his jaw that nearly hurt with how tight it had been while he slept. The singsong tone does start to rouse him though, as does the gentle thump of Haai’s tail against the bed, Sunjata’s eyes squeezing shut for a moment tighter if only to hold off on waking up just yet. “A surprise…?” He mumbles half asleep, working his jaw a moment before his head tilts away from Nate’s hand toward his husband’s voice.
“Is it a surprise for me?” He asks, a half sleepy smile crossing his face before one eye peeks open, steel with a slit pupil to see in the dark better, spending a few moments scanning Nate before his vision clears the bluriness of sleep.
And then he sees it. And both eyes open, jolted a bit further awake, moving to sit up braced on his elbows, his amused smile shifting to something more bewildered, more… Surprised. His left hand reaches up to cup Nate’s own cheek, his thumb brushing over the scar, pausing before the eye as he simply stares in his shock. “Nate… Gods.” He breathes, the grin forming along his face is relieved and awed. “Is it grey?”
and I think I love you
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.
