darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
They’re close, nearly as close as can be and Sunjata nearly swoons with the reaction from Nate, the excitement that seems to rebound through him, pairing with the relief and everything else – breaking through the storm clouds of his sleep, nightmares, and anxiety just prior. Now he focuses on Nate in his entirety, settled there with his arms around his husband, a mirror that dips the bed as Haai drops it and hops back onto the bed to curl around the duo.
Sunjata remains quiet, simply letting his hand and fingertips run through the wild ends of Nate’s curls, letting his gaze focus on that, stealing glances at the Ascended’s face here and there for the reaction, but ultimately leaving it a far more personal viewing. That is – until Nate’s turning a bit, the laughter a bit of surprise that has another grin forming along Sunjata’s face, brows raising slightly before cheeks are pressed together and the mirror thrust before them – both halves. Of course, he scans Nate’s face within it, the edge of a scar that has a certain close irony to the one that slides down Sunjata’s neck.
“Hmmm...” He hums, extending it out, as if he’s debating – though Nate would be able to tell it’s all a front. “Copycat.” He teases, flashing a wink to Nate in the mirror before tearing his head away from being pressed against Nate’s cheek to press a kiss there instead, a brief sneak attack as it were, a low hum of a chuckle leaving his throat.
Sunjata remains quiet, simply letting his hand and fingertips run through the wild ends of Nate’s curls, letting his gaze focus on that, stealing glances at the Ascended’s face here and there for the reaction, but ultimately leaving it a far more personal viewing. That is – until Nate’s turning a bit, the laughter a bit of surprise that has another grin forming along Sunjata’s face, brows raising slightly before cheeks are pressed together and the mirror thrust before them – both halves. Of course, he scans Nate’s face within it, the edge of a scar that has a certain close irony to the one that slides down Sunjata’s neck.
“Hmmm...” He hums, extending it out, as if he’s debating – though Nate would be able to tell it’s all a front. “Copycat.” He teases, flashing a wink to Nate in the mirror before tearing his head away from being pressed against Nate’s cheek to press a kiss there instead, a brief sneak attack as it were, a low hum of a chuckle leaving his throat.
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.
