SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
“Ach, not for lack of trying.” He rumbles, head tilted back to run the water through his hair and horns to get the soap out, before he’s pinching the bridge of his nose to pull away the water that’s scattered across his skin. She continues to work at the tense muscles, and she makes a fraction of progress, almost enough to make his shoulders droop. He steps back to finish running the soap along himself and rinsing off while she washes her face, and when he finally gets rid of the soap, she’s back, pressed against him and his arms fall around her small frame easily.
It is nice, all things considered, Sunjata exhaling a long slow breath as if to steady himself from everything of the day – the exhaustion from earlier, the alcohol, her. And when he lowers his gaze back down to her, his hands run along her back and her side, traveling up so that he might take her wet hair and pull it to the side, so that he can run his fingertips along the top of her shoulder. “It is.” He agrees, a bit distractedly while he focuses on her and the next steps they’re to take.
Most notably, where the fuck they’re sleeping. It won’t be his bed, he knows that for a fact, still having not slept there since he’d told Nate and Hotaru – even after both of them have left. There were beds that could be used, but Sunjata’s become accustomed to sleeping in the nest he and Haai have made on the floor most nights. He finds it difficult to think of the plush comfort of a bed at this moment.
But he’s become distracted, his hand idly running along her skin as he gets lost in his thoughts again.
It is nice, all things considered, Sunjata exhaling a long slow breath as if to steady himself from everything of the day – the exhaustion from earlier, the alcohol, her. And when he lowers his gaze back down to her, his hands run along her back and her side, traveling up so that he might take her wet hair and pull it to the side, so that he can run his fingertips along the top of her shoulder. “It is.” He agrees, a bit distractedly while he focuses on her and the next steps they’re to take.
Most notably, where the fuck they’re sleeping. It won’t be his bed, he knows that for a fact, still having not slept there since he’d told Nate and Hotaru – even after both of them have left. There were beds that could be used, but Sunjata’s become accustomed to sleeping in the nest he and Haai have made on the floor most nights. He finds it difficult to think of the plush comfort of a bed at this moment.
But he’s become distracted, his hand idly running along her skin as he gets lost in his thoughts again.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
