in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
The insistence only has him feeling like diving into himself more and more, though, knowing that when it came to the fuck ups in their relationship, it had always been Sunjata at the source. Sunjata and Safrin. But he tries so desperately to cling to Nate, even if there’s the belated feeling of pain behind how hard they press against each other, almost as if they can absorb one another and be a mix of both, to not have to deal with the war or life without the other. You always have. He says weakly, sadly.
It’s a sweet thought, though, one that even has him pausing, has his heart softening, has his breath held for a few heartbeats longer than he would otherwise, before he shifts and clutches at Nate tighter – hands and blunt nails digging into Nate’s skin, over scars and tattoos alike. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut, managing it a few moments longer as he tries to find his words. I don’t… Think it works like that, skatjie. He rumbles, despite every bit of himself wishing they could whisk away into a different plane while war ravaged the continent, only to return and be whole again.
I don’t – Don’t need you to figure it out. It’s already figured out. He manages to find it in him to pull away from the pressure between them where their faces meet, to bury his face back into Nate’s shoulder with a quiet, audible whimper of a whine. We’re fucked, aren’t we? It’s a breath of a whisper, afraid of the answer, afraid of the truth.
It’s a sweet thought, though, one that even has him pausing, has his heart softening, has his breath held for a few heartbeats longer than he would otherwise, before he shifts and clutches at Nate tighter – hands and blunt nails digging into Nate’s skin, over scars and tattoos alike. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut, managing it a few moments longer as he tries to find his words. I don’t… Think it works like that, skatjie. He rumbles, despite every bit of himself wishing they could whisk away into a different plane while war ravaged the continent, only to return and be whole again.
I don’t – Don’t need you to figure it out. It’s already figured out. He manages to find it in him to pull away from the pressure between them where their faces meet, to bury his face back into Nate’s shoulder with a quiet, audible whimper of a whine. We’re fucked, aren’t we? It’s a breath of a whisper, afraid of the answer, afraid of the truth.
'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.
