in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
The panic down the bond is intimately felt by the Attuned, who in this state tries desperately to shy away from it, to sooth it, to smother it with comfort and love and everything that seems to say “don’t panic” all while simultaneously trying not to panic himself. He hadn’t expected it to hit so hard, even as their foreheads come together, even as he keeps his eyes shut because he doesn’t want to meet Nate’s blues just yet, doesn’t want to see the electricity sparking beneath eyes that swim with tears.
So instead, he focuses on the veins of red that pop up from where their skin touches, from where the electrical veins spark to life like a plasma ball, sprouting from Nate’s forehead like little bolts of lightning he can see behind his lids. He feels one arm disappear before it reappears to grab something, but he’s too wrapped up in his husband to care, to wonder what it is he’s doing.
And perhaps it’s the state Sunjata’s in, where the filters been taken off, where he doesn’t think about the words leaving his lips until its far, far too late. Because he sucks down a sharp breath, feels a flush cross with a fierce warmth across his cheeks, and he can feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears. You are. But you aren’t. He pauses, pressing his forehead back against Nate’s a bit harder, as his wings keep the darkness of their conversation hidden. Just like I can say that I’m all yours and I’d do anything for you but… We know that’s not true either-- Another pause, squeezing his eyes shut.
You’re a Voice demigod and I have Safrin’s name etched into my rib. And – And war is coming in eight seasons and I feel like we’ve barely had a chance to live our life together before we might not anymore. And I don't know what to do. The roaring of his heartbeat courses through his ears, blocking out all other sound other than the ones he can avoid, through the bond. And if Nate keeps looking, he might see the way Sunjata’s face pinches, the way his brows inch toward one another despite how hard he’s pressed against his husband, the way his frown deepens, the way his eyes remain squeezed shut as if he could shut them tight enough to not let the tears arrive to shimmer his own gaze.
So instead, he focuses on the veins of red that pop up from where their skin touches, from where the electrical veins spark to life like a plasma ball, sprouting from Nate’s forehead like little bolts of lightning he can see behind his lids. He feels one arm disappear before it reappears to grab something, but he’s too wrapped up in his husband to care, to wonder what it is he’s doing.
And perhaps it’s the state Sunjata’s in, where the filters been taken off, where he doesn’t think about the words leaving his lips until its far, far too late. Because he sucks down a sharp breath, feels a flush cross with a fierce warmth across his cheeks, and he can feel his heartbeat thundering in his ears. You are. But you aren’t. He pauses, pressing his forehead back against Nate’s a bit harder, as his wings keep the darkness of their conversation hidden. Just like I can say that I’m all yours and I’d do anything for you but… We know that’s not true either-- Another pause, squeezing his eyes shut.
You’re a Voice demigod and I have Safrin’s name etched into my rib. And – And war is coming in eight seasons and I feel like we’ve barely had a chance to live our life together before we might not anymore. And I don't know what to do. The roaring of his heartbeat courses through his ears, blocking out all other sound other than the ones he can avoid, through the bond. And if Nate keeps looking, he might see the way Sunjata’s face pinches, the way his brows inch toward one another despite how hard he’s pressed against his husband, the way his frown deepens, the way his eyes remain squeezed shut as if he could shut them tight enough to not let the tears arrive to shimmer his own gaze.
'cause i am haunted, i cannot tell a lie
i like you better when i am dead inside
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.
