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?
Well, he’d certainly tried to cover it up. It hadn’t worked as well as he’d thought it would as she takes his hand and nestles into the blankets. His steel gaze lifts to meet hers when she cups his cheek, pulling away so he can nod to her. It doesn’t take much convincing from her for him to crawl into the blankets himself, his body warm and absolutely a furnace underneath the blankets as she wraps herself around him, as he nestles in and tries to get comfortable.
It’s a challenge. Even with her playful quips of blues and feathers, of not needing to worry about it because she wouldn’t judge. It wasn’t entirely that, really, it was the prospect of sleeping at all. Exhaustion lined heavily in his bones which typically meant a bad nights sleep. And he hasn’t exactly slept beside anyone that didn’t know that part of him before hand – if he had, he was gone before he could wake them.
But it was his home, and he’s tense, pulling away from the conversation slightly to check in with Haai to ensure his daughter is fine upstairs, and when he gets the confirmation, he tries to nestle in, pulling her closer against his chest, lifting his free hand to rest behind his head as he takes a deep breath. “Thanks Maeve. I… Appreciate it.” He finally manages, his attention focused on the ceiling and not the kiss pressed to his neck, wondering which nightmare would plague him tonight.
It’s a challenge. Even with her playful quips of blues and feathers, of not needing to worry about it because she wouldn’t judge. It wasn’t entirely that, really, it was the prospect of sleeping at all. Exhaustion lined heavily in his bones which typically meant a bad nights sleep. And he hasn’t exactly slept beside anyone that didn’t know that part of him before hand – if he had, he was gone before he could wake them.
But it was his home, and he’s tense, pulling away from the conversation slightly to check in with Haai to ensure his daughter is fine upstairs, and when he gets the confirmation, he tries to nestle in, pulling her closer against his chest, lifting his free hand to rest behind his head as he takes a deep breath. “Thanks Maeve. I… Appreciate it.” He finally manages, his attention focused on the ceiling and not the kiss pressed to his neck, wondering which nightmare would plague him tonight.
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.
