// ready or not here i come
did i take you from the bats in the woods? //
did i take you from the bats in the woods? //
He’s so thankful that Nate is acting normal, it helps give a baseline for the Attuned to try and keep his mind from drifting. The shifting helps too, slinking into Nate’s shirt and soaking up in the warmth and the pulsed light that appears from his husband's skin wherever he presses harder.
They make it down the ladder and Sunjaya takes the opportunity to shift back into himself, following Nate’s lead, his gaze lingering along his husband even as he speeds up his steps a few moments longer just to cling closer — a hand in Nate’s until he can’t anymore and he’s resigned to leaning against a counter, arms crossed as he fiddles with the hem of his sleeve, before reaching up to rub at the bright pink fresh scars again.
It’s a question that has Sunjata’s brows raising, his head nodding before he has a chance to think about the answer. “Can I stir something?” He asks, arms lowering to push himself up onto the counter, to get as much out of the way of Nate as possible as the pots and pans make a rhythm in the quietly somber house. “Is Pemota nearby?” He asks offhandedly, waiting to help Nate with whatever he needs, while quietly craving the warmth his husband’s companion can offer to his void.
They make it down the ladder and Sunjaya takes the opportunity to shift back into himself, following Nate’s lead, his gaze lingering along his husband even as he speeds up his steps a few moments longer just to cling closer — a hand in Nate’s until he can’t anymore and he’s resigned to leaning against a counter, arms crossed as he fiddles with the hem of his sleeve, before reaching up to rub at the bright pink fresh scars again.
It’s a question that has Sunjata’s brows raising, his head nodding before he has a chance to think about the answer. “Can I stir something?” He asks, arms lowering to push himself up onto the counter, to get as much out of the way of Nate as possible as the pots and pans make a rhythm in the quietly somber house. “Is Pemota nearby?” He asks offhandedly, waiting to help Nate with whatever he needs, while quietly craving the warmth his husband’s companion can offer to his void.
// i'll show you no harm, i know you mean well
but we're up to no good //
but we're up to no good //
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.
