// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
There’s warmth in the kiss that Nate gives Sunjata, and the attuned leans into it with some relief – lips parting to say something in response to Jack’s thoughts when the image crosses his mind and he’s cut off, left quiet for a moment, neck and cheeks flushing slightly as his steel gaze focuses a bit harder on Nate. “Not at all.” He finally decides, though the lift of his lips in a half smirk seems to suggest Sunjata likes his husband’s idea much better than anything else Sunjata was about to say or consider.
But he thanks him for the gift, a mental rumble sent to Nate that’s received with his husband’s voice flitting through his mind. I love you too. He sends back as he stands, an arm wrapped around Nate while the Ascended wraps his own around the Attuned. And he explains the story of those glimmering gold earrings, horseshoe shaped and bright. He concedes the jewelry to his husband, watching as Nate inspects it, a brief start of a laugh that’s met with an attempt to catch his lips but fails as Sunjata can’t help but to let relief bleed through him.
His head nuzzles into Nate’s cheek, a low hum of a laugh leaving him and accompanying Nate’s, the arm wrapped around the Ascended loosening just enough to stir what’s in the pan before it burns. But his head lifts when Nate’s shifting, forehead to forehead as Sunjata moves to wrap both arms around Nate. “Gods, I wish.” He says, picking up on where Nate was going with it. “I’m actually quite deaf.” He teases, a crooked smirk crossing his face. “Too many gunshots with shit at best hearing protection.” He’s sure Nate gets it and so he doesn’t elaborate more.
But he does make a show of thinking on other magic tricks, chin tipping up as he scans the ceiling, one eye squinting as if he’s mentally checking things off. “Mmm… There’s those earrings… I think you know about everything else. The sword, the parchment, the daggers, the brass knuckles..? The compelling animals…” He trails off, head tilting down as he tries to catch Nate’s mismatched gaze, that smirk returning as he goes to lean in and give a more official kiss. The lightning.
But he thanks him for the gift, a mental rumble sent to Nate that’s received with his husband’s voice flitting through his mind. I love you too. He sends back as he stands, an arm wrapped around Nate while the Ascended wraps his own around the Attuned. And he explains the story of those glimmering gold earrings, horseshoe shaped and bright. He concedes the jewelry to his husband, watching as Nate inspects it, a brief start of a laugh that’s met with an attempt to catch his lips but fails as Sunjata can’t help but to let relief bleed through him.
His head nuzzles into Nate’s cheek, a low hum of a laugh leaving him and accompanying Nate’s, the arm wrapped around the Ascended loosening just enough to stir what’s in the pan before it burns. But his head lifts when Nate’s shifting, forehead to forehead as Sunjata moves to wrap both arms around Nate. “Gods, I wish.” He says, picking up on where Nate was going with it. “I’m actually quite deaf.” He teases, a crooked smirk crossing his face. “Too many gunshots with shit at best hearing protection.” He’s sure Nate gets it and so he doesn’t elaborate more.
But he does make a show of thinking on other magic tricks, chin tipping up as he scans the ceiling, one eye squinting as if he’s mentally checking things off. “Mmm… There’s those earrings… I think you know about everything else. The sword, the parchment, the daggers, the brass knuckles..? The compelling animals…” He trails off, head tilting down as he tries to catch Nate’s mismatched gaze, that smirk returning as he goes to lean in and give a more official kiss. The lightning.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
