in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
His jaw works uselessly against words that don’t come out, a similar look to a fish out of water as he does actually manage to bite his tongue on the immediate thought that comes to mind. She won’t let you. He says sadly instead. Safrin’s already trying to poison you to her. Talking about how the Voice could just… Control you. Hurt us in our sleep. I know you could never do that. His jaw trembles just about as much as his voice does, fingers threading through dark curls to keep Nate safe.
The packed hurt that comes from Nate and the words that leave him have Sunjata fracturing, It has him pinching his brows, has his fingers tightening along his husband, even as his cheek is cupped, feeling the cool and surprisingly bright touch of Nate’s tears slipping onto him and splashing like a glass cup dropped onto the tile. I am choosing you… In the best way I can. The best way I know how to. Which is all sorts of wrong, but for a boy grown up on survival and impulse with little things left to be called his, he’s grown into a man with all the same problems. Manipulated easily, always pliable for those that could take the few things he does have away from him.
I can’t – I can’t choose the Voice, Nate. I can’t… I can choose you but I can’t choose her. Because that made all the difference, right? The man beneath the machine and the magic and the everything nonorganic that made up his husband. He could pick the man beneath it all, and he does time and time again. It’s coming and we haven’t talked – talked about it at all, and I don’t wanna make the same mistake I did before when you left because I didn’t talk to you. He’s repeating himself over and over again but he’s too far gone to figure out he is. I need you.
The packed hurt that comes from Nate and the words that leave him have Sunjata fracturing, It has him pinching his brows, has his fingers tightening along his husband, even as his cheek is cupped, feeling the cool and surprisingly bright touch of Nate’s tears slipping onto him and splashing like a glass cup dropped onto the tile. I am choosing you… In the best way I can. The best way I know how to. Which is all sorts of wrong, but for a boy grown up on survival and impulse with little things left to be called his, he’s grown into a man with all the same problems. Manipulated easily, always pliable for those that could take the few things he does have away from him.
I can’t – I can’t choose the Voice, Nate. I can’t… I can choose you but I can’t choose her. Because that made all the difference, right? The man beneath the machine and the magic and the everything nonorganic that made up his husband. He could pick the man beneath it all, and he does time and time again. It’s coming and we haven’t talked – talked about it at all, and I don’t wanna make the same mistake I did before when you left because I didn’t talk to you. He’s repeating himself over and over again but he’s too far gone to figure out he is. I need you.
'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.
