i bank on the funeral
“We’ll think of something.” He murmurs softly, voice rumbling and vibrating through his throat, against where Nate rests his head. Arms slink around Nate’s shoulders, a soft huff of a sound that leaves him in confirmation to his warmth, cuddled close to his husband and effectively lost in a tangle of limbs and happy contentment that has his mind nuzzling, feathers ruffling along his shoulders beneath Nate’s cheek.
A soft sigh leaves him as Nate’s hands roam, smoothing over feathers, heat radiating from his skin and soaked up by the Ascended’s body, a reflection back into his own. His hands lift, fingers running and snagging on rogue curls, a crooked lilt to his lips. The feathers shift into the thick soft fur of his panther shift, the lower part of his arms shifting to the smooth sleek skin of his orca shift. And from his crown, from where the horns still spiral, the back of his neck shifts into the thick coarse mohawk fur of his Nyala shift.
His head nuzzles in close, one hand pulling away from Nate to instead capture his hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there before diverting it down, to run the Ascended’s hand softly along each varying texture of fur and skin. “I don’t have everything, but I do have a lot.” It comes out as a near whisper, that same crooked smile placed along his face.
A soft sigh leaves him as Nate’s hands roam, smoothing over feathers, heat radiating from his skin and soaked up by the Ascended’s body, a reflection back into his own. His hands lift, fingers running and snagging on rogue curls, a crooked lilt to his lips. The feathers shift into the thick soft fur of his panther shift, the lower part of his arms shifting to the smooth sleek skin of his orca shift. And from his crown, from where the horns still spiral, the back of his neck shifts into the thick coarse mohawk fur of his Nyala shift.
His head nuzzles in close, one hand pulling away from Nate to instead capture his hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there before diverting it down, to run the Ascended’s hand softly along each varying texture of fur and skin. “I don’t have everything, but I do have a lot.” It comes out as a near whisper, that same crooked smile placed along his face.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
