I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
He’s kept his distance if only to ensure that he doesn’t hurt Nate any. And with it, he’d also slipped away to give Bart and Nate some time to reconnect – content to remain off to the side for however long they needed it. But it had grown late and he’d finished up everything else, finished up tucking Kamaria into bed and reading a story to her, before climbing into bed for one of the first times in… Well, since Nate had left.
It’s too big of a bed on his own and he finds himself curling up in the blankets, nestled in until sleep manages to whisk him away. He isn’t sure how long he’s asleep for, swept away in the expanse of sweeping dreams that turn darker and darker with every passing minute. Soon enough in his darkening dreams, he’s back in Korofi with its tall buildings, zipping through the rain soaked streets on his motorcycle.
In the dream, he glances back to see if he’s being chased, which costs him as his focus swings back around up front to find a barricade suddenly spread across the ground. And it’s too rainy, he’s going too fast, and he can’t avoid it. Outside of the dream he twitches, flinches a fraction as Nate moves the blankets with holographic arms.
In the dream, he crashes into the barricade. In the dream, he doesn’t feel any pain because suddenly, rather than crashing into hard, wet concrete, there’s warmth and sunlight, a parting in the clouds, a soft bed and love that blossoms into him and buffets his crash. And it rouses him enough to wake without shooting up in surprise. Heavy arms wrap around him and he sinks into it, head nestling further into the pillow as he soothes his own heartbeat. I missed you. He says mentally, equally as exhausted and hoarse as he would, should he be speaking aloud. Ek is so bly jy is tuis. He tilts a fraction, leaning back into Nate through the blankets, tilting his head up to open his eyes and try to peer through the dark for dark curls and a pale face.
It’s too big of a bed on his own and he finds himself curling up in the blankets, nestled in until sleep manages to whisk him away. He isn’t sure how long he’s asleep for, swept away in the expanse of sweeping dreams that turn darker and darker with every passing minute. Soon enough in his darkening dreams, he’s back in Korofi with its tall buildings, zipping through the rain soaked streets on his motorcycle.
In the dream, he glances back to see if he’s being chased, which costs him as his focus swings back around up front to find a barricade suddenly spread across the ground. And it’s too rainy, he’s going too fast, and he can’t avoid it. Outside of the dream he twitches, flinches a fraction as Nate moves the blankets with holographic arms.
In the dream, he crashes into the barricade. In the dream, he doesn’t feel any pain because suddenly, rather than crashing into hard, wet concrete, there’s warmth and sunlight, a parting in the clouds, a soft bed and love that blossoms into him and buffets his crash. And it rouses him enough to wake without shooting up in surprise. Heavy arms wrap around him and he sinks into it, head nestling further into the pillow as he soothes his own heartbeat. I missed you. He says mentally, equally as exhausted and hoarse as he would, should he be speaking aloud. Ek is so bly jy is tuis. He tilts a fraction, leaning back into Nate through the blankets, tilting his head up to open his eyes and try to peer through the dark for dark curls and a pale face.
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.
