in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
There’s apprehension in the bond that Sunjata can’t quite place, no matter how much he tries. He thinks for a second his answer had been wrong – that Nate didn’t believe that he wanted it. The Attuned doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath when his husband’s hand shifts, when there’s the pinch of something at his temple and his eyes are opening to squint down at his husband with the raise of a dark sculpted brow. Ow. He says gruffly through the bond, even if it’s plastered with every ounce of amusement to make sure Nate doesn’t think he’d actually hurt him.
No sooner does the amusement that coats the bond grow icy and cold at the sudden realization, the glimmer of silver that’s been plucked from his head. And there’s a million reasons why such a thing would cause Nate’s fear, Nate’s hurt. And there’s a million reasons why Sunjata doesn’t look at them too long. Instead, the silence stretches on as Sunjata’s forced to dance on his feet, hands still smoothing through dark wild curls as if it holds all the answers – as if he holds all the answers.
He has only one that springs to mind immediately, however shitty it is. “It’s just stress, Skatjie.” He murmurs, flashing a softer smile his husband’s way. “I’m not even thirty yet. Still got a year to go.” He hums with a playful quirk of his head, wings pressing in more to smother the Ascended between the weight of it and the rest of Sunjata’s body.
He doesn’t think about how they might not even grow old. He doesn’t think about how it might not even be old age that kills him.
So he masks over the attempts to pointedly not think about how he’s fucking going grey already, realizing belatedly that it’s Leafchange now and with it means both of their birthdays, even if his lies later in the season. He tips forward again, aiming to catch Nate in a kiss, one that might devour both their fear and anxieties or hopefully at least bandaid it. Speaking of birthdays, though. Happy birthday, mooi seun.
No sooner does the amusement that coats the bond grow icy and cold at the sudden realization, the glimmer of silver that’s been plucked from his head. And there’s a million reasons why such a thing would cause Nate’s fear, Nate’s hurt. And there’s a million reasons why Sunjata doesn’t look at them too long. Instead, the silence stretches on as Sunjata’s forced to dance on his feet, hands still smoothing through dark wild curls as if it holds all the answers – as if he holds all the answers.
He has only one that springs to mind immediately, however shitty it is. “It’s just stress, Skatjie.” He murmurs, flashing a softer smile his husband’s way. “I’m not even thirty yet. Still got a year to go.” He hums with a playful quirk of his head, wings pressing in more to smother the Ascended between the weight of it and the rest of Sunjata’s body.
He doesn’t think about how they might not even grow old. He doesn’t think about how it might not even be old age that kills him.
So he masks over the attempts to pointedly not think about how he’s fucking going grey already, realizing belatedly that it’s Leafchange now and with it means both of their birthdays, even if his lies later in the season. He tips forward again, aiming to catch Nate in a kiss, one that might devour both their fear and anxieties or hopefully at least bandaid it. Speaking of birthdays, though. Happy birthday, mooi seun.
'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.
