// it's not enough that you're wrestling yourself
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
Nate’s points are validating to Sunjata, welcoming the interjections where they come in, drawing silent for his husband’s voice to fill the holes where he needs to breathe, where he needs to try and gather his head, where he needs to try and figure out how to pace himself. Already he’s tasting blood, already he’s letting it consume him in all the ways that terrify him and he can’t stop.
Invisibility from Deimos, however, is a feat that has a gear whirling in his mind – one that has him shoving it down on the backburner of his mind, because there’s so much more bullshit to wade through. “How does it feel to have your words twisted?” He snaps so hard his teeth clack together with the force of him shutting his jaw, bypassing much of it clearly for the fact that he can investigate it later. He only hopes the emotions that sour him don’t let him forget to. “I don’t know what games you play. All I know is I can’t trust you.” It was a two way street and he supposes Hotaru lost trust in them a long time ago in order for this to have happened.
It’s surprising even to himself that the fist on the table doesn’t make him flinch as it otherwise would have in this state.
The mention of Deimos telling her the lies is not surprising – not when it’s followed up with the fact that she seems to spit venom at Nate – chose ringing a sharp bell in his mind, one that has him recoiling before he explodes completely. You patronized me for making a choice for him and yet? Yet he’s not allowed to make his own in choosing me? He growls through the bond, his fury a wildfire uncontained – he can feel the way Nate’s side of the bond trembles and quakes.
And honestly? Nate’s right. She moved on. They both made their choices, and just because she didn’t like Nate’s choice didn’t mean that it had to come to this.
But his arrow hits the mark, he hears the way Hotaru hisses and burns while Nate’s voice carries, and Haai keeps Sunjata rooted to the spot – for the moment, of course. Because chairs are squealing across the floor and suddenly Hotaru’s a mountain lion and Sunjata has a few heartbeats of a moment to glare all of his pain and hurt at the feline form of their ex-wife. He trembles with his restraint before the first hints of her hurt lash out back at him, as if he doesn’t know what it’s like to lose a soulmate.
It has him twitching as he moves, grabbing the lantern at the first deluge of her emotions – Sunjata focusing as much as he can to try and keep the brunt of it to a minimum. I don’t know what it’s like? He hisses mentally, opening up a sliver to shout it back to her, dumping the lantern on the table and all it’s mangled and warped pieces. She would know. She should know.
And he steps back, because he needs the space – but it isn’t until he can’t focus on blocking her out more that the pain and hurt and the fact she thinks it was all a lie that burns and chafes against him. And he can’t handle it anymore – he shifts. His own feline form overtaking him, sharp teeth bared back at the mountain lion, a vibrating growl that slips from his throat, claws screeching against the stone of his feet.
His ears pin against his skull, haunches tensing, but he lets her lash out until he physically can’t anymore. There’s a snarl just after she mentions consequences and something overtakes Sunjata, something that he can’t stop. And gods he’s so lucky for Nate and Haai to be there to stop him – for Pemota to try and calm him that keeps him stuck and rooted in place, snarling and growling as if there wasn’t anything left in him except for his own repeatedly breaking heart. As if the wounds sustained to it weren’t already torn open enough as is.
Consequences!? He snarls. His blinding fury making him tremble and break, fracture and crumble. Consequences?? His voice cracks. She’s shifted back so he shifts back too, held back only by Nate. But the shift has the blood coating his mouth again, dipping into the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t care. The back of his plated hand comes to swipe at it, smearing the blood half along his cheek, sucking in a ragged breath. Acid flares in the back of his throat only burning the pain within it further, igniting more of it as he shatters again and again.
Why didn’t you fucking ask us?! He shouts down the bond, recalling a memory that’s dredged up from the moment he had told Hotaru and Nate of Kamaria and it stills him, it has him pushing off of Nate until his back is against the wall though he still keeps his eyes on her, brows pinching in all of his hurt. “You didn’t talk to us. You didn’t trust us.” He pauses only to spit the blood from his mouth, before he shakes his head.
He’s never been great with words, but gods does he try it here, his voice dying out on him in a whisper of strained nothing that he pairs with the attuned bond if only so it isn’t lost. “No, we’re not done here yet. What did you expect me to do? You wanted your space. You said this wouldn’t work. That you couldn’t make it work. You left.”
Invisibility from Deimos, however, is a feat that has a gear whirling in his mind – one that has him shoving it down on the backburner of his mind, because there’s so much more bullshit to wade through. “How does it feel to have your words twisted?” He snaps so hard his teeth clack together with the force of him shutting his jaw, bypassing much of it clearly for the fact that he can investigate it later. He only hopes the emotions that sour him don’t let him forget to. “I don’t know what games you play. All I know is I can’t trust you.” It was a two way street and he supposes Hotaru lost trust in them a long time ago in order for this to have happened.
It’s surprising even to himself that the fist on the table doesn’t make him flinch as it otherwise would have in this state.
The mention of Deimos telling her the lies is not surprising – not when it’s followed up with the fact that she seems to spit venom at Nate – chose ringing a sharp bell in his mind, one that has him recoiling before he explodes completely. You patronized me for making a choice for him and yet? Yet he’s not allowed to make his own in choosing me? He growls through the bond, his fury a wildfire uncontained – he can feel the way Nate’s side of the bond trembles and quakes.
And honestly? Nate’s right. She moved on. They both made their choices, and just because she didn’t like Nate’s choice didn’t mean that it had to come to this.
But his arrow hits the mark, he hears the way Hotaru hisses and burns while Nate’s voice carries, and Haai keeps Sunjata rooted to the spot – for the moment, of course. Because chairs are squealing across the floor and suddenly Hotaru’s a mountain lion and Sunjata has a few heartbeats of a moment to glare all of his pain and hurt at the feline form of their ex-wife. He trembles with his restraint before the first hints of her hurt lash out back at him, as if he doesn’t know what it’s like to lose a soulmate.
It has him twitching as he moves, grabbing the lantern at the first deluge of her emotions – Sunjata focusing as much as he can to try and keep the brunt of it to a minimum. I don’t know what it’s like? He hisses mentally, opening up a sliver to shout it back to her, dumping the lantern on the table and all it’s mangled and warped pieces. She would know. She should know.
And he steps back, because he needs the space – but it isn’t until he can’t focus on blocking her out more that the pain and hurt and the fact she thinks it was all a lie that burns and chafes against him. And he can’t handle it anymore – he shifts. His own feline form overtaking him, sharp teeth bared back at the mountain lion, a vibrating growl that slips from his throat, claws screeching against the stone of his feet.
His ears pin against his skull, haunches tensing, but he lets her lash out until he physically can’t anymore. There’s a snarl just after she mentions consequences and something overtakes Sunjata, something that he can’t stop. And gods he’s so lucky for Nate and Haai to be there to stop him – for Pemota to try and calm him that keeps him stuck and rooted in place, snarling and growling as if there wasn’t anything left in him except for his own repeatedly breaking heart. As if the wounds sustained to it weren’t already torn open enough as is.
Consequences!? He snarls. His blinding fury making him tremble and break, fracture and crumble. Consequences?? His voice cracks. She’s shifted back so he shifts back too, held back only by Nate. But the shift has the blood coating his mouth again, dipping into the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t care. The back of his plated hand comes to swipe at it, smearing the blood half along his cheek, sucking in a ragged breath. Acid flares in the back of his throat only burning the pain within it further, igniting more of it as he shatters again and again.
Why didn’t you fucking ask us?! He shouts down the bond, recalling a memory that’s dredged up from the moment he had told Hotaru and Nate of Kamaria and it stills him, it has him pushing off of Nate until his back is against the wall though he still keeps his eyes on her, brows pinching in all of his hurt. “You didn’t talk to us. You didn’t trust us.” He pauses only to spit the blood from his mouth, before he shakes his head.
He’s never been great with words, but gods does he try it here, his voice dying out on him in a whisper of strained nothing that he pairs with the attuned bond if only so it isn’t lost. “No, we’re not done here yet. What did you expect me to do? You wanted your space. You said this wouldn’t work. That you couldn’t make it work. You left.”
// you said it feels like you're swimming through mercury
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
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.
