darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
The surprise isn’t for him, but he absolutely does like it when he sees it. Somehow, caught up in not realizing Nate had left because it had been a stormy night rather than just the items he needed to secure. But all the fear and anxieties wash away as soon as his husband’s hand strokes his cheek, as soon as Sunjata realizes what the surprise is and can’t help but to run his thumb along Nate’s own cheek.
The question makes him sit up a bit more, the grin along his face remaining, thumb stroking a bit more once he’s settled in and can lean over toward the Ascended, to let his own steel gaze peer at the difference between the two. “It’s certainly not as blue as your other one.” He murmurs a bit, invading Nate’s space as he focuses on the difference between the two. But he doesn’t get much time to inspect it fully, though he’s not complaining, not as Nate’s arms wrap around him tightly.
His own arms shift, resting along Nate’s shoulders as he wraps his arms around his husband too. “I love it.” He hums quietly, softly, shoulders loosening with that problem lifted as well. All was right, all was fixed. But he leans forward, if only to peer at the eye again before a breathy laugh leaves him. “More importantly, what do you think?” He asks with a tilt of his head, mentally sending Haai off the bed to grab a hand held mirror left in a box that she can dig into, returning to the side of a bed where she plops it down on the edge, beside Sunjata’s leg.
The question makes him sit up a bit more, the grin along his face remaining, thumb stroking a bit more once he’s settled in and can lean over toward the Ascended, to let his own steel gaze peer at the difference between the two. “It’s certainly not as blue as your other one.” He murmurs a bit, invading Nate’s space as he focuses on the difference between the two. But he doesn’t get much time to inspect it fully, though he’s not complaining, not as Nate’s arms wrap around him tightly.
His own arms shift, resting along Nate’s shoulders as he wraps his arms around his husband too. “I love it.” He hums quietly, softly, shoulders loosening with that problem lifted as well. All was right, all was fixed. But he leans forward, if only to peer at the eye again before a breathy laugh leaves him. “More importantly, what do you think?” He asks with a tilt of his head, mentally sending Haai off the bed to grab a hand held mirror left in a box that she can dig into, returning to the side of a bed where she plops it down on the edge, beside Sunjata’s leg.
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.
