don't you know i'm no good for you?
The grimace is met with a quiet nod from the Attuned as he’s suddenly moving to pick up the boards and place them in a pile to be dealt with later. He doesn’t have the mental capacity right now to be able to handle putting everything away and it seems like Nate understands that too. But Sunjata clings to the mental words that float over, the ‘we’ most notably standing out at first.
But he asks the question regardless, afraid of the answer, drawing back up to his full height to look back at Nate when he speaks aloud and Sunjata fights the childish urge to wring his hands while he waits. “More than one.” Sunjata agrees quietly, wholeheartedly, especially after this endeavor. Nate could come home with a child conceived and born from wherever and Sunjata wouldn’t question it, not after his events.
So more than one it is.
He nods with a sharpness that seems to suggest that it’s a line in the sand that Sunjata has grown into a canyon, deciding he’d rather plunge into the unknown rather than make this mistake again. “Yes.” He assures Nate, of talking it over, of figuring it out beforehand, it’s truly the least he can do. As for inside, though, Sunjata nods and grabs whatever trinkets he’d left outside – his balled up shirt most notably, before heading inside. Immediately he steps over to the fireplace to place a few more logs on the pile if only to warm up the chill in his bones. And when he’s done, he goes to settle himself at the island, distanced away from his husband, worrying at his lower lip. “Do you want a smoke?” He asks, reaching into the drawer beside him to pull out a pack and the matches, setting it on the island for Nate to grab if only so Sunjata doesn’t have to touch it – unsure just how much his closeness to anything Nate touches would cause harm.
But he asks the question regardless, afraid of the answer, drawing back up to his full height to look back at Nate when he speaks aloud and Sunjata fights the childish urge to wring his hands while he waits. “More than one.” Sunjata agrees quietly, wholeheartedly, especially after this endeavor. Nate could come home with a child conceived and born from wherever and Sunjata wouldn’t question it, not after his events.
So more than one it is.
He nods with a sharpness that seems to suggest that it’s a line in the sand that Sunjata has grown into a canyon, deciding he’d rather plunge into the unknown rather than make this mistake again. “Yes.” He assures Nate, of talking it over, of figuring it out beforehand, it’s truly the least he can do. As for inside, though, Sunjata nods and grabs whatever trinkets he’d left outside – his balled up shirt most notably, before heading inside. Immediately he steps over to the fireplace to place a few more logs on the pile if only to warm up the chill in his bones. And when he’s done, he goes to settle himself at the island, distanced away from his husband, worrying at his lower lip. “Do you want a smoke?” He asks, reaching into the drawer beside him to pull out a pack and the matches, setting it on the island for Nate to grab if only so Sunjata doesn’t have to touch it – unsure just how much his closeness to anything Nate touches would cause harm.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
