// 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 //
It’s these little things, the moments when Sunjata can feel himself fracturing physically and mentally, that Nate becomes the glue that holds him together. He knows it’s unfair to have it all ride on the Ascended’s shoulders, but he can’t help the relief that swells through him with such a simple gesture of love as he feels cold lips press against his head. It soothes him more as his husband shifts to better wrap themselves up in one another.
Still, he feels the little huff of amusement from Nate, but says nothing until the explanation is given, shifting on the bed where he sits as he lets Nate gesture, lets the accented voice fill his mind as he clings to it and tries not to think about the rest of it, only drawn back to the times where he has been inebriated in ways he hasn’t before, the things that have slipped from his mouth unintentionally. So while he’s still rational, he nestles in close. I’m going to apologize in advance, then… Comes the quieter murmur, a sharp inhale of breath as he lifts his head a little. Sorry. He hopes that Nate can feel the edging of amusement, the attempt at bringing some lightness into the conversation while they wait for it to work.
But he takes note of the warning, already feeling warm but sure that’s likely just how he is, plus with the bruising settling on his skin. As for going home? His head lifts up a bit more, eyes cracking open to spy the boxing ring and how tired he is of coming here during a crisis, and offers his mental agreement. Yes. He shifts a bit, aiming to give Nate some breathing room so he can stand, anything to not have to shift again while his jaw was like this. But he manages it, even if it’s a bit wavy at first, the pressure and his height making for a throbbing sensation that creeps down his neck sparked from where his jaw sat.
Surprisingly, being downstairs isn’t so bad, taking it slow and with Nate’s help, he manages to make it down to that door he’d spied his father in, his nostrils flaring as he sucks in a sharp breath. He’d snatched his shirt and the earrings, but wears neither, as he glances back at Nate to let the Ascended lead the way. If he closes his eyes walking through the entrance, perhaps Nate won’t realize it if he’s ahead.
Still, he feels the little huff of amusement from Nate, but says nothing until the explanation is given, shifting on the bed where he sits as he lets Nate gesture, lets the accented voice fill his mind as he clings to it and tries not to think about the rest of it, only drawn back to the times where he has been inebriated in ways he hasn’t before, the things that have slipped from his mouth unintentionally. So while he’s still rational, he nestles in close. I’m going to apologize in advance, then… Comes the quieter murmur, a sharp inhale of breath as he lifts his head a little. Sorry. He hopes that Nate can feel the edging of amusement, the attempt at bringing some lightness into the conversation while they wait for it to work.
But he takes note of the warning, already feeling warm but sure that’s likely just how he is, plus with the bruising settling on his skin. As for going home? His head lifts up a bit more, eyes cracking open to spy the boxing ring and how tired he is of coming here during a crisis, and offers his mental agreement. Yes. He shifts a bit, aiming to give Nate some breathing room so he can stand, anything to not have to shift again while his jaw was like this. But he manages it, even if it’s a bit wavy at first, the pressure and his height making for a throbbing sensation that creeps down his neck sparked from where his jaw sat.
Surprisingly, being downstairs isn’t so bad, taking it slow and with Nate’s help, he manages to make it down to that door he’d spied his father in, his nostrils flaring as he sucks in a sharp breath. He’d snatched his shirt and the earrings, but wears neither, as he glances back at Nate to let the Ascended lead the way. If he closes his eyes walking through the entrance, perhaps Nate won’t realize it if he’s ahead.
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.
