// 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 //
I want to. He says with just as much amusement, a rumble of laughter vibrating through the bond toward his husband, his hands running along soft skin, over muscle, over shoulders and in dark hair as Nate’s hands curl into his clothes, hard enough that it distracts Sunjata a fraction, but not entirely. His gaze follows them, however, along the edge of the hands fisted into fabric, following along tattoos and rising and rising until he can scan Nate’s face again.
He spies that strong stare, of two toned eyes — a mix of him and a mix of electric blues with a scar that separates them, dark in the night and the moonlight filtering in. His hand slips out of Nate’s hair, to wipe away a shimmering tear, a breath inside him hitching as he moves to try and rub his thumb along the Ascended’s sharp jawline, trying to soothe the tension, the clenching. He wants to help, to smooth it over, not realizing that it’s his words and admission that brings such a state to Nate, a whirlwind of emotions neither of them are good at expressing.
Until Sunjata’s quite inebriated, at least.
He’s pulled in and he goes willingly, sighing softly into the face that’s buried against his uninjured side, Sunjata’s arms moving to wrap around Nate tightly and tangle them up with one another, never wanting to let go. You do a very good job at it. He hums, sending all that warmth back toward Nate, a bright light among the darkness of everything. He ends up resting his cheek along Nate’s shoulder, trying not to jostle too much because of the pain — pain that is distant right now with the flood of feelings between them.
I don’t think I would be here if it weren’t for you. Dangerous territory again and yet all Sunjata can feel is warmth and relief. And in a complete shift of everything, because his mind is shifting around completely, he huffs a quiet laugh against Nate’s skin. You’re really soft. As if to explain it more, he nuzzles his head in more, burying it into soft raven hair, arms tightening a fraction more as he shuts his eyes.
He spies that strong stare, of two toned eyes — a mix of him and a mix of electric blues with a scar that separates them, dark in the night and the moonlight filtering in. His hand slips out of Nate’s hair, to wipe away a shimmering tear, a breath inside him hitching as he moves to try and rub his thumb along the Ascended’s sharp jawline, trying to soothe the tension, the clenching. He wants to help, to smooth it over, not realizing that it’s his words and admission that brings such a state to Nate, a whirlwind of emotions neither of them are good at expressing.
Until Sunjata’s quite inebriated, at least.
He’s pulled in and he goes willingly, sighing softly into the face that’s buried against his uninjured side, Sunjata’s arms moving to wrap around Nate tightly and tangle them up with one another, never wanting to let go. You do a very good job at it. He hums, sending all that warmth back toward Nate, a bright light among the darkness of everything. He ends up resting his cheek along Nate’s shoulder, trying not to jostle too much because of the pain — pain that is distant right now with the flood of feelings between them.
I don’t think I would be here if it weren’t for you. Dangerous territory again and yet all Sunjata can feel is warmth and relief. And in a complete shift of everything, because his mind is shifting around completely, he huffs a quiet laugh against Nate’s skin. You’re really soft. As if to explain it more, he nuzzles his head in more, burying it into soft raven hair, arms tightening a fraction more as he shuts his eyes.
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.
