// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
Floods. He rumbles mentally, almost as if unattached to the term, even if it was the moniker for him here now too. People have started calling me that, again. It’s a different branch, one less dragged through the darkness. I like it better than what Jigano called me. He murmurs somewhat thoughtfully, shifting a bit despite the pinching of his brows.
But he’s distracted by Pemota, steel following the starry wake as Nate’s words and feigned hurt vibrate through the bond, his eyes snapping back to his husband with a breathy snort of laughter. Weren’t we? He cuts in, sure that they were supposed to get married again, because Sunjata barely even remembers the first one. But his fingers rest on Nate’s leg now as he offers the glass, tapping a little musical crescendo along it as he takes the glass in his other hand to sip from.
After the pained sip, he settles, eyes finding Nate’s face shrouded in starlight that reflects along their skin, that glimmers in the mismatched eyes that meet his, that are so bright compared to the scar that cleaves Nate’s face. The Ascended’s eyes are focused on Sunjata’s lips, but the attuned can’t help but to keep looking, adoration clear in the steel and all thoughts of darkness and pits in the very back of his mind now.
Like what else? He asks, trying to juggle the glass so he can reach up with his free hand, to run his fingers along Nate’s collarbone, to his jaw, to run his thumb along his cheekbone and the briefest edge of the scar. You were my first for a lot of things too.
But he’s distracted by Pemota, steel following the starry wake as Nate’s words and feigned hurt vibrate through the bond, his eyes snapping back to his husband with a breathy snort of laughter. Weren’t we? He cuts in, sure that they were supposed to get married again, because Sunjata barely even remembers the first one. But his fingers rest on Nate’s leg now as he offers the glass, tapping a little musical crescendo along it as he takes the glass in his other hand to sip from.
After the pained sip, he settles, eyes finding Nate’s face shrouded in starlight that reflects along their skin, that glimmers in the mismatched eyes that meet his, that are so bright compared to the scar that cleaves Nate’s face. The Ascended’s eyes are focused on Sunjata’s lips, but the attuned can’t help but to keep looking, adoration clear in the steel and all thoughts of darkness and pits in the very back of his mind now.
Like what else? He asks, trying to juggle the glass so he can reach up with his free hand, to run his fingers along Nate’s collarbone, to his jaw, to run his thumb along his cheekbone and the briefest edge of the scar. You were my first for a lot of things too.
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.
