oh, i've been low, but damnit i bet it don't show // it was heaven a moment ago
The too tight squeeze might edge toward hurt if Sunjata wasn’t hurting anywhere else, but right now it’s a dull thought amongst the rest, it only brings Sunjata closer, arms tightening around the Ascended, fingers digging into the hollow of Nate’s hip along his back, one hand rising to brush along the sun scar left behind from only last season. It had felt like a lifetime ago.
But he struggles, it’s difficult to ask his question, to figure out how to word it. And he knows, he realizes, how wrong he airs it initially if only based by how still Nate grows. It wasn’t an attack on him. It wasn’t ever an attack on him. All Sunjata wanted was to not have to weigh the Governorship on his own. And it would do well, wouldn’t it? To prove that they were stronger together as had often been the case.
The repetition has Sunjata nuzzling his face in closer – his feathers flaring a fraction as if he wonders if Nate will deny that option. He thinks that he’d understand if he did. It was a lot, difficult to handle some days, a challenge despite everything. It was exhausting, it’s only been a year. He wonders if it’s fitting.
The Day Governor and the Night Governor.
The answer is a yes that has Sunjata nestling in closer, wings wrapping around them a bit tighter, his face buried quite comfortably into a nest of dark curls and cool skin. I already look to you to make decisions. I think… It just makes it official. Easier. Better. He murmurs softly through the bond, taking a deep inhale that burns against his throat, before his head’s lifting to scan Nate’s face.
But he struggles, it’s difficult to ask his question, to figure out how to word it. And he knows, he realizes, how wrong he airs it initially if only based by how still Nate grows. It wasn’t an attack on him. It wasn’t ever an attack on him. All Sunjata wanted was to not have to weigh the Governorship on his own. And it would do well, wouldn’t it? To prove that they were stronger together as had often been the case.
The repetition has Sunjata nuzzling his face in closer – his feathers flaring a fraction as if he wonders if Nate will deny that option. He thinks that he’d understand if he did. It was a lot, difficult to handle some days, a challenge despite everything. It was exhausting, it’s only been a year. He wonders if it’s fitting.
The Day Governor and the Night Governor.
The answer is a yes that has Sunjata nestling in closer, wings wrapping around them a bit tighter, his face buried quite comfortably into a nest of dark curls and cool skin. I already look to you to make decisions. I think… It just makes it official. Easier. Better. He murmurs softly through the bond, taking a deep inhale that burns against his throat, before his head’s lifting to scan Nate’s face.
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.
