oh, i've been low, but damnit i bet it don't show // it was heaven a moment ago
Nate breaks it down with ease, into bite sized pieces that make it seem like it isn’t as daunting of a task as it is. It makes it seem like something they could both accomplish rather than the wreckage of piles upon piles that felt like it went forever. It becomes less overwhelming but only because of the Ascended, and for that Sunjata’s quietly grateful. It helps calm him, now that the tears have long stopped.
His chest feels tight in a way that’s not combined with his injuries, but soothed by the doctor all the same. The Attuned is pulled against Nate, draped over him in a spread of feathers that sprout along his shoulders, ones that flicker to his back as his Pegasus form’s wings flare out before drooping in a blanket of sorts that covers them both – the long primary feathers spread against the ground of their porch while his arms tighten around Nate’s middle, clasp at the back, and he buries himself in the comfort Nate offers him cheek to cheek.
The fierce, choked whisper is one that Sunjata clings to, a sound and a memory that he tucks into a box to remind himself that even if everyone else turned out to be a liar – this… This wasn’t it. I love you too. Even through the attuned bond it’s a whisper, something quiet and oddly boyish, a mixture from the mask that he pieces up piece by piece. His arms squeeze around Nate, his head tilting enough that his lips can brush against Nate’s cheek, before he buries his head into the crook of Nate’s neck and closes his eyes tight.
Nate…? The thought is sudden, so bright in comparison that he almost flinches from it – but sometimes from the Attuned bond it’s hard to keep his tongue, to keep his sudden, impulsive thoughts from appearing and shouting straight through the bond. I can’t… I don’t want to keep… Doing this alone. He’s stumbling as he tries to figure it out, fingers pressing into Nate’s sides as it steadies him.
Do you want to be Governor with me?
His chest feels tight in a way that’s not combined with his injuries, but soothed by the doctor all the same. The Attuned is pulled against Nate, draped over him in a spread of feathers that sprout along his shoulders, ones that flicker to his back as his Pegasus form’s wings flare out before drooping in a blanket of sorts that covers them both – the long primary feathers spread against the ground of their porch while his arms tighten around Nate’s middle, clasp at the back, and he buries himself in the comfort Nate offers him cheek to cheek.
The fierce, choked whisper is one that Sunjata clings to, a sound and a memory that he tucks into a box to remind himself that even if everyone else turned out to be a liar – this… This wasn’t it. I love you too. Even through the attuned bond it’s a whisper, something quiet and oddly boyish, a mixture from the mask that he pieces up piece by piece. His arms squeeze around Nate, his head tilting enough that his lips can brush against Nate’s cheek, before he buries his head into the crook of Nate’s neck and closes his eyes tight.
Nate…? The thought is sudden, so bright in comparison that he almost flinches from it – but sometimes from the Attuned bond it’s hard to keep his tongue, to keep his sudden, impulsive thoughts from appearing and shouting straight through the bond. I can’t… I don’t want to keep… Doing this alone. He’s stumbling as he tries to figure it out, fingers pressing into Nate’s sides as it steadies him.
Do you want to be Governor with me?
i had it, almost // we had it almost
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.
