don't you know i'm no good for you?
The mixture of emotions are rebounded and felt like a flood, one that melds and mixes into Sunjata’s own outpouring. There’s a shuddering breath of an inhale before Sunjata’s squeezing Nate’s hand again, offering a tendril of a thought, of another pair of gloves for another connection. The answer is instant and Sunjata tries not to sag with the relief of it. He doesn’t really get a chance to, blinking back tears and focusing on his husband as the train of thought is both met even if it doesn’t quite match up to anyone else if they were listening.
He doesn’t even have time to answer as Nate’s moving – quick as always – and Sunjata stumbles, gripping Nate’s hand tighter as he moves to regain his feet underneath him, deciding that he wouldn’t want to remove his hand from Nate’s even if it meant falling to the floor with him. He doesn’t, though, and manages to reach the hallway. “The good pair, yeah. Warm and thick.” He agrees with a shaky tone to his voice in comparison to Nate’s manic tones.
Sunjata does reach for the glove that’s discarded before Nate finds the good pair, and his gaze lifts to meet Nate’s as the glove is handed over and Sunjata moves to try and stick his hand into it. Nate frantically jostling and moving around doesn’t help the Flood much, but Sunjata manages to stick the edge of the glove between his teeth to try and tug it on, getting it about halfway before Nate’s glove is on completely and he’s offering some semblance of help for the Attuned to get it on.
And then it is.
And then it is. And Sunjata’s holding his breath again, reaching for Nate’s other hand, connecting them in a small circle, before he decides fuck it. Let me know if it hurts. He says shakily, his tone taking on something akin to an order of sorts, before he’s letting go of Nate’s hands – not for long though, not as those hands raise to cup Nate’s face between both his hands, his fingers running along beneath Nate’s ears, his thumbs brushing along Nate’s jaw. Cradling him. Holding him.
There’s nothing but a mix of elation and relief that spreads through Sunjata, paired with the realization and the exhaustion of the earlier panic finally coming through. He can’t help the slight tremble of his lips as he smiles, as his eyes crease with a bit of tears, a bit of happiness finally at this. But he has to tear his gaze away, to tilt his chin toward the ceiling to blink back the tears again as he takes a long, shuddering breath. "Gods." He whispers, lowering his head to scan Nate's face again.
He doesn’t even have time to answer as Nate’s moving – quick as always – and Sunjata stumbles, gripping Nate’s hand tighter as he moves to regain his feet underneath him, deciding that he wouldn’t want to remove his hand from Nate’s even if it meant falling to the floor with him. He doesn’t, though, and manages to reach the hallway. “The good pair, yeah. Warm and thick.” He agrees with a shaky tone to his voice in comparison to Nate’s manic tones.
Sunjata does reach for the glove that’s discarded before Nate finds the good pair, and his gaze lifts to meet Nate’s as the glove is handed over and Sunjata moves to try and stick his hand into it. Nate frantically jostling and moving around doesn’t help the Flood much, but Sunjata manages to stick the edge of the glove between his teeth to try and tug it on, getting it about halfway before Nate’s glove is on completely and he’s offering some semblance of help for the Attuned to get it on.
And then it is.
And then it is. And Sunjata’s holding his breath again, reaching for Nate’s other hand, connecting them in a small circle, before he decides fuck it. Let me know if it hurts. He says shakily, his tone taking on something akin to an order of sorts, before he’s letting go of Nate’s hands – not for long though, not as those hands raise to cup Nate’s face between both his hands, his fingers running along beneath Nate’s ears, his thumbs brushing along Nate’s jaw. Cradling him. Holding him.
There’s nothing but a mix of elation and relief that spreads through Sunjata, paired with the realization and the exhaustion of the earlier panic finally coming through. He can’t help the slight tremble of his lips as he smiles, as his eyes crease with a bit of tears, a bit of happiness finally at this. But he has to tear his gaze away, to tilt his chin toward the ceiling to blink back the tears again as he takes a long, shuddering breath. "Gods." He whispers, lowering his head to scan Nate's face again.
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.
