// 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 doesn’t know what to say to the ‘I’m sure there’s a way’ because it feels like a constant uttering — said so much now that it almost feels like white noise. He chews his cheek before he decides what to do, hearing the shakiness in Nate’s voice, the desperation within. He knows this, they both know this, and Sunjata could explode it or he could soothe it.
He doesn’t know if he can handle another argument, so he settles for the other option, swallowing down his worries and fear to lean into his husband’s comforting touch. “We could be together forever either way.” He mumbles as he moves to press himself against Nate’s spine. He interrupts Nate’s plan to move the dish into the oven but when he feels the tremor in the demigod that he feels in his own body, in his thundering heartbeat, he’s useless when Nate turns and he nestles his head into Nate’s shoulder, shutting his eyes tight.
His hands clasp behind Nate’s back, now, and his nose is pressed against his husband’s collarbone as he soothes his breathing and his heart. And I just don’t want to lose you again. His voice is fragile, like glass as he focuses on how to say it next. I don’t necessarily want to become a demigod. It’s just… would it be stupid not to take the power when I can? Before the war? He buries his face further, harder into Nate’s shoulder to where it almost hurts. I’m already tied to her, more so now because I’m terrified of losing you. His heart thunders under the tattoo spread along his sternum. And if the old gods lose, I imagine it’ll be just like being Accepted again, right? Or so he thinks.
Would it really be that terrible? It isn’t like it would kill him the way Nate losing the Voice would.
He doesn’t know if he can handle another argument, so he settles for the other option, swallowing down his worries and fear to lean into his husband’s comforting touch. “We could be together forever either way.” He mumbles as he moves to press himself against Nate’s spine. He interrupts Nate’s plan to move the dish into the oven but when he feels the tremor in the demigod that he feels in his own body, in his thundering heartbeat, he’s useless when Nate turns and he nestles his head into Nate’s shoulder, shutting his eyes tight.
His hands clasp behind Nate’s back, now, and his nose is pressed against his husband’s collarbone as he soothes his breathing and his heart. And I just don’t want to lose you again. His voice is fragile, like glass as he focuses on how to say it next. I don’t necessarily want to become a demigod. It’s just… would it be stupid not to take the power when I can? Before the war? He buries his face further, harder into Nate’s shoulder to where it almost hurts. I’m already tied to her, more so now because I’m terrified of losing you. His heart thunders under the tattoo spread along his sternum. And if the old gods lose, I imagine it’ll be just like being Accepted again, right? Or so he thinks.
Would it really be that terrible? It isn’t like it would kill him the way Nate losing the Voice would.
// 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.
