// 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 //
Squeeze when it hurts. Oh, his fingers tremble and squeeze the entire time – as his head nears Nate’s chest, resting his forehead along his lover’s tattooed skin. He feels Nate’s hand squeeze back, the words spoken aloud should do more to alleviate his worries, but they don’t. But he regains his breathing, a muscle feathering in his jaw that causes a sharp tick of pain, a sharp inhale of breath. It’s just the season. It’s just the season. Something he tries to tell himself every single time, but it never lasts.
It seemed so real. The Attuned’s mental voice is breathy, exhausted, sad. And even if he tries to shy away from it, he does send over the flicker of the sight that had distracted him, over Nate’s shoulder, the pale eyes that match his own so well, the sneer that mirrors his own despite how much he’s tried to avoid it, the jawline that is similar to his own. He finds himself squeezing Nate’s arm harder, latching onto whatever he says, searching for something else to distract him with.
It comes in the form of a bandage wrapped around his head, to keep his jaw together just enough, his steel gaze focused on the bottle Nate lifts to his lips. It fucking hurts, but there’s a part of him that craves it even more given the way he knows it’ll numb everything. So he does as told, takes as much as he feels comfortable with. And when he recovers from that, he can process Nate’s offer. He doesn’t even think of what the side effects could be in comparison to what he’s dealing with now, so he barges straight through it. I want it.
It seemed so real. The Attuned’s mental voice is breathy, exhausted, sad. And even if he tries to shy away from it, he does send over the flicker of the sight that had distracted him, over Nate’s shoulder, the pale eyes that match his own so well, the sneer that mirrors his own despite how much he’s tried to avoid it, the jawline that is similar to his own. He finds himself squeezing Nate’s arm harder, latching onto whatever he says, searching for something else to distract him with.
It comes in the form of a bandage wrapped around his head, to keep his jaw together just enough, his steel gaze focused on the bottle Nate lifts to his lips. It fucking hurts, but there’s a part of him that craves it even more given the way he knows it’ll numb everything. So he does as told, takes as much as he feels comfortable with. And when he recovers from that, he can process Nate’s offer. He doesn’t even think of what the side effects could be in comparison to what he’s dealing with now, so he barges straight through it. I want it.
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.
