i bank on the funeral
There is heat reflected between them, with their closeness and Nate essentially absorbing the warmth Sunjata lets off, the Ascended effectively soaking it up. And paired with that, across the ring, all Sunjata can offer is love and warmth and admiration for Nate, the comfort here as he partially shifts into all those different creatures, relishing in the last two that reach him. The bat wings and the dragon wings – so similar and yet so vastly different.
The dragon wings wrap around Nate, the edges of the ‘fingers’ of the wings pressing against Nate’s skin, edged toward his lower back where they press in a bit more. But he focuses on leaning back just a small amount, letting Nate roam and embrace the shifts and their differences as well as their similarities. But hands begin to roam, a bit of pressure granted to the rough-hewn dragon wings that have him exhaling slowly, eyes focused and narrowed at Nate with that predatory edge that Nate dulls down.
Fingers run along the velveteen sensitivity of the bat wing attached to his arms, Sunjata’s hand raising to run along the side of Nate’s neck, tangling in dark wild curls, a hitch of his breath as he meets Nate’s bi-toned gaze. You’re more careful this time. He murmurs through the bond, a low lover’s purr, the edge of a smirk crossing his face. It’s not like he’s complaining – either way it was a stimulating sensation for the Attuned.
The dragon wings wrap around Nate, the edges of the ‘fingers’ of the wings pressing against Nate’s skin, edged toward his lower back where they press in a bit more. But he focuses on leaning back just a small amount, letting Nate roam and embrace the shifts and their differences as well as their similarities. But hands begin to roam, a bit of pressure granted to the rough-hewn dragon wings that have him exhaling slowly, eyes focused and narrowed at Nate with that predatory edge that Nate dulls down.
Fingers run along the velveteen sensitivity of the bat wing attached to his arms, Sunjata’s hand raising to run along the side of Nate’s neck, tangling in dark wild curls, a hitch of his breath as he meets Nate’s bi-toned gaze. You’re more careful this time. He murmurs through the bond, a low lover’s purr, the edge of a smirk crossing his face. It’s not like he’s complaining – either way it was a stimulating sensation for the Attuned.
'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.
