// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
They absolutely are quite pessimistic together, and despite knowing this it doesn’t stop Sunjata from admitting it all. No, not even as she laughs softly at the explanation, a crooked smile crossing his face to cover the lie flawlessly as he had with Nate when the Ascended had bound the wing in the first place. “I’d like to say I’m not used to the size yet.” He offers with a hint of humor, one that falls a bit flat for the overall feeling that tears him up within, that makes it hard to jest and joke and have a good time when both of them know Nate’s having a horrible time.
But he moves, shifting and pulling her along with him until he can wrap her up in his arms and legs, the wings wrapped around and blocking out most of the light, his arms wrapping around her middle to keep her close as his head leans slightly to press into the kiss to his jaw. “Then I suppose you get all week with them.” He hums to her in response, reaching up to pull some of her blonde hair from her face, peering down at her through the dark as he considers what she’d be.
“Something lithe and sharp.” He flashes her an amused smile. “It takes a lot out of you, though. Things… Change. I’d evened out for quite a while with my shifts but I have more now. The prey and predator aren’t balanced anymore.” He huffs a bit of a sigh, leaning back to rest his head against the backboard, his hand running along her spine. “The mood changes are a bit tough to deal with, if I’m being honest.” The way the predator outweighs everything else now, the way the dragon has affected him into protecting his hoard at all costs - Nate being a huge factor and drawing the Flood to be far more possessive with his absence.
But he moves, shifting and pulling her along with him until he can wrap her up in his arms and legs, the wings wrapped around and blocking out most of the light, his arms wrapping around her middle to keep her close as his head leans slightly to press into the kiss to his jaw. “Then I suppose you get all week with them.” He hums to her in response, reaching up to pull some of her blonde hair from her face, peering down at her through the dark as he considers what she’d be.
“Something lithe and sharp.” He flashes her an amused smile. “It takes a lot out of you, though. Things… Change. I’d evened out for quite a while with my shifts but I have more now. The prey and predator aren’t balanced anymore.” He huffs a bit of a sigh, leaning back to rest his head against the backboard, his hand running along her spine. “The mood changes are a bit tough to deal with, if I’m being honest.” The way the predator outweighs everything else now, the way the dragon has affected him into protecting his hoard at all costs - Nate being a huge factor and drawing the Flood to be far more possessive with his absence.
dance me to the end of love
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.
