in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
He can feel the horror coat the bond, like a sludge of oil that creeps toward him that he tries to burn away with his love and his light, but it’s useless in the attempts Sunjata takes. I did. He says, but the but… hangs heavily in the air between them.
He flounders in his attempts to try and soothe him, watching as the pain lances across Nate’s face. He frowns, deepening, the scar pulling along his face as his wings drop uselessly to the bed as Nate fights to get his way out of the warmth of his embrace.
He isn’t sure what hurts more.
It’s not… It isn’t. You’re still you without her. It’s just the complication of her ties to him that affects Nate’s life, and that is what hangs in the balance for them.
He moves before he realizes it, his body moving before his mind catches up with him as he reaches to wrap a wing around his husband, hands lifting to grab the now empty bottle, one hand reaching for his husband’s arm. What if — What if we step down. Stop governing Torchline. Make a new home somewhere else. Figure it out. His hands move along Nate nearly desperate, trying to smooth over the jagged pieces he’d started.
He flounders in his attempts to try and soothe him, watching as the pain lances across Nate’s face. He frowns, deepening, the scar pulling along his face as his wings drop uselessly to the bed as Nate fights to get his way out of the warmth of his embrace.
He isn’t sure what hurts more.
It’s not… It isn’t. You’re still you without her. It’s just the complication of her ties to him that affects Nate’s life, and that is what hangs in the balance for them.
He moves before he realizes it, his body moving before his mind catches up with him as he reaches to wrap a wing around his husband, hands lifting to grab the now empty bottle, one hand reaching for his husband’s arm. What if — What if we step down. Stop governing Torchline. Make a new home somewhere else. Figure it out. His hands move along Nate nearly desperate, trying to smooth over the jagged pieces he’d started.
'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.
