// the killer in me is the killer in you, my love, i send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
The warm contentment is dashed away in a few moments when there’s suddenly the tug of something off his head from where Nate’s hand had just been. He dips to the side a fraction, head turning immediately to Nate with furrowed brows. “Ow.” He half mutters, finding a crooked smile growing on his face, some hidden bit of amusement that’s also dashed away with the sudden hollowness that coats the bond. It has him lowering the bowl again, his smile faltering.
A flush of pride is met with that overwhelming sorrow and hollowness and Sunjata can’t find it in himself to relish in the pride that’s given to him with everything he’d caused (and would cause) the Ascended. So he sets the bowl down on the table – half eaten with plenty of time to eat more – and reaches for his husband, unfolding one long leg to make more room and hopefully tug Nate into his chest. I think… Maybe it would have been better that way…? He tries to say gingerly, swallowing hard as he considers it. Remembering the good times and not… Not the blood and the rest of it. He hopes that Nate doesn’t remember much of Shaju, hopes that Nate won’t draw the resemblances in his appearance, despite having some amount of empathy that Shaju didn’t have.
He almost tells Nate that he knows what he means, that the last time he’d have seen his husband was when Nate had been feral, muzzled like an animal and bound, dragged up those cliffs. But he doesn’t think it’ll help, so he shuts that thought down immediately before it has a chance to blossom into something. But we’re both here now. We can make better memories… Before... Before something took them away from each other for good.
It would happen, right? Sunjata knows that they wouldn’t actually get to spend forever together, but it’s the thought of it, the dream and the hope that kept him going.
A flush of pride is met with that overwhelming sorrow and hollowness and Sunjata can’t find it in himself to relish in the pride that’s given to him with everything he’d caused (and would cause) the Ascended. So he sets the bowl down on the table – half eaten with plenty of time to eat more – and reaches for his husband, unfolding one long leg to make more room and hopefully tug Nate into his chest. I think… Maybe it would have been better that way…? He tries to say gingerly, swallowing hard as he considers it. Remembering the good times and not… Not the blood and the rest of it. He hopes that Nate doesn’t remember much of Shaju, hopes that Nate won’t draw the resemblances in his appearance, despite having some amount of empathy that Shaju didn’t have.
He almost tells Nate that he knows what he means, that the last time he’d have seen his husband was when Nate had been feral, muzzled like an animal and bound, dragged up those cliffs. But he doesn’t think it’ll help, so he shuts that thought down immediately before it has a chance to blossom into something. But we’re both here now. We can make better memories… Before... Before something took them away from each other for good.
It would happen, right? Sunjata knows that they wouldn’t actually get to spend forever together, but it’s the thought of it, the dream and the hope that kept him going.
to wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone
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.
