don't you know i'm no good for you?
Corruption. Corruption. It’s why all the upgrades had to go. Sunjata internally winces at that realization, though there isn’t anything he can do about it. Nate had gone to Safrin without him, without some sort of protection, and for what, Sunjata still doesn’t know. And it had backfired for him too – not to the extent Sunjata’s fuck up had, but a backfire, nonetheless. So, he nods slowly, before he tries to lighten the conversation, before he tries to pull away from the dark tendrils that threaten to reach up and consume him again.
And he listens as Nate explains. The arms and something else, though that something else is quite unknown, and a part of Sunjata can understand that too. Like that part of him that was inherently tied to Safrin within him that he doesn’t know what it does either. “Huh.” He offers unhelpfully, the cup and the cigarette lowering as Nate’s gaze grows a bit more intense and Sunjata wonders where he’s miss-stepped again.
He doesn’t have to wonder long as that cloth Nate’s been fiddling with comes to press against his lips and Sunjata stills into that stillness his dragon shift has that nearly mimics Nate’s own. Okay. He says abruptly, mentally, physically having to bite on the inside of his cheek to keep from apologizing for that, too. But he takes a sharp inhale of breath, one that tightens his lungs to the point where it almost hurts before Nate’s pressing a kiss to the back of his own hand and Sunjata can understand the sentiment behind it.
Honestly, all he can truly do is bloom how much he loves Nate across the bond, as if it might soak up the tension in the air. But then he wonders, if it had hurt to press the cloth to his lips, and if it hasn’t… Then maybe, maybe there was a way. His gaze softens a fraction and his shoulders slump a bit as he downs the rest of the spiked coffee. “What do you need for your eye this time?” He asks. “The same things?” It comes out quieter as he focuses on the cloth that Nate had abandoned, before Sunjata’s rummaging through the drawer again, searching for something, when he comes up with a pair of gloves.
An idea sparks within him as he slips one of the gloves on, sliding the other glove toward Nate, before he’s letting his hand rest on the kitchen island in the space between them, palm up, waiting to see if it works – holding his breath as the smoke from the cigarette curls around his lips from where the cigarette hangs.
And he listens as Nate explains. The arms and something else, though that something else is quite unknown, and a part of Sunjata can understand that too. Like that part of him that was inherently tied to Safrin within him that he doesn’t know what it does either. “Huh.” He offers unhelpfully, the cup and the cigarette lowering as Nate’s gaze grows a bit more intense and Sunjata wonders where he’s miss-stepped again.
He doesn’t have to wonder long as that cloth Nate’s been fiddling with comes to press against his lips and Sunjata stills into that stillness his dragon shift has that nearly mimics Nate’s own. Okay. He says abruptly, mentally, physically having to bite on the inside of his cheek to keep from apologizing for that, too. But he takes a sharp inhale of breath, one that tightens his lungs to the point where it almost hurts before Nate’s pressing a kiss to the back of his own hand and Sunjata can understand the sentiment behind it.
Honestly, all he can truly do is bloom how much he loves Nate across the bond, as if it might soak up the tension in the air. But then he wonders, if it had hurt to press the cloth to his lips, and if it hasn’t… Then maybe, maybe there was a way. His gaze softens a fraction and his shoulders slump a bit as he downs the rest of the spiked coffee. “What do you need for your eye this time?” He asks. “The same things?” It comes out quieter as he focuses on the cloth that Nate had abandoned, before Sunjata’s rummaging through the drawer again, searching for something, when he comes up with a pair of gloves.
An idea sparks within him as he slips one of the gloves on, sliding the other glove toward Nate, before he’s letting his hand rest on the kitchen island in the space between them, palm up, waiting to see if it works – holding his breath as the smoke from the cigarette curls around his lips from where the cigarette hangs.
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.
