i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
His lips part as if to explain to Kamaria a roundabout way of why they can’t touch Nate, before Nate’s answering with the far easier answer. His jaw closes again and he focuses on getting her settled in the seat, while a pang of something Sunjata isn’t sure is sorrow or apologetic flashes through the bond to Nate before he can stop it at the correction. “Of course we can. Do you want to put some of the ones you collected last night in there?” He asks her gently, an easy prompt before his gaze is lifting to his husband across the way, pulling ingredients out as Nate always did because Sunjata knew not how to cook anything hardly at all. I was thinking the one across from Mel’s, if that’s alright? He asks silently. After all, it wasn’t like that room was being used much for anything at the moment.
Plus it was closer to the beach and the oceans, closer to the stars that might bring Kamaria comfort through the night, though Sunjata doesn’t admit that either. Instead, he’s distracted by the seriousness of which Kamaria says she ate stars, confusion evident on his face before she’s recanting it and saying it was a joke. The attuned huffs a sigh of a laugh as he settles in the seat beside her, his head tilting this way and that as if he has to think hard on it.
It’s easy to take the answer on this one, for him, for the both of them not having to explain that Nate just… Didn’t really eat. Didn’t need to. “Pancakes are very good for breakfast.” He hums thoughtfully. “But I like everything Nate makes.” Honestly, Sunjata isn’t picky at all. So he leaves it up for Nate to figure out what to make, trusting the Ascended in that department far more than Sunjata ever trusted himself with it.
Plus it was closer to the beach and the oceans, closer to the stars that might bring Kamaria comfort through the night, though Sunjata doesn’t admit that either. Instead, he’s distracted by the seriousness of which Kamaria says she ate stars, confusion evident on his face before she’s recanting it and saying it was a joke. The attuned huffs a sigh of a laugh as he settles in the seat beside her, his head tilting this way and that as if he has to think hard on it.
It’s easy to take the answer on this one, for him, for the both of them not having to explain that Nate just… Didn’t really eat. Didn’t need to. “Pancakes are very good for breakfast.” He hums thoughtfully. “But I like everything Nate makes.” Honestly, Sunjata isn’t picky at all. So he leaves it up for Nate to figure out what to make, trusting the Ascended in that department far more than Sunjata ever trusted himself with it.
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
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.
