// tell me what you know, i'm in deeper than i've ever been
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
He does know better, but it still didn’t stop him from the shock of fear and upset that swelled within him at the sight, nor does it stop him from getting hit. And so he drops, his jaw a limp hang, any attempts to move it sparking a hissed whine as he hears Nate’s response.
And it isn’t his fault, not really. Sure, the Ascended threw the punch but it was Sunjata’s distraction, his fear, that brought it to his skin. But he feels Nate drop into the sand in front of him, one of Sunjata’s hands planted firmly in the sand, the other already shaking with the pain that sparks and sparks and sparks. But he manages to drop the hand when he feels his husband’s cool palms along his shoulders, pushing him up just enough for Nate to see.
It feels pretty bad, and even the silent agreements of a multitude of ‘oh shit, oh fuck‘s he can feel splintering among the bond and among the pain. But he does as told, steel eyes dark as they rise to his husband’s face, a muscle or two twitching in his neck as he tries to swallow and winces against the pain of that, too. How? Comes the accented rumble of pain and hisses, stilling despite the thundering heartbeat in his neck that pulses along his jaw and everywhere else.
And it isn’t his fault, not really. Sure, the Ascended threw the punch but it was Sunjata’s distraction, his fear, that brought it to his skin. But he feels Nate drop into the sand in front of him, one of Sunjata’s hands planted firmly in the sand, the other already shaking with the pain that sparks and sparks and sparks. But he manages to drop the hand when he feels his husband’s cool palms along his shoulders, pushing him up just enough for Nate to see.
It feels pretty bad, and even the silent agreements of a multitude of ‘oh shit, oh fuck‘s he can feel splintering among the bond and among the pain. But he does as told, steel eyes dark as they rise to his husband’s face, a muscle or two twitching in his neck as he tries to swallow and winces against the pain of that, too. How? Comes the accented rumble of pain and hisses, stilling despite the thundering heartbeat in his neck that pulses along his jaw and everywhere else.
i settled my grievance by crafting a mask, and i never looked back
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.
