SUNJATA
am i being cliche?
saying that you're probably from a dream i had
saying that you're probably from a dream i had
He’s half lost in the imagery Nate paints in his mind as well as the words, trying to picture and plan out the garden ahead of them. There’s a pulse of warmth and admiration at the sight of Nate’s hands flying about, the gesturing incredibly warming to the Attuned, who’s more than content to be dragged back and forth wherever his husband chooses. “What kind of fruit trees?” He asks idly, gears spinning in his mind as he tries to figure out where they’d get some of them. The Grounds, likely, and he wonders if perhaps he could take a trip to the Greatwood to get a few other fruit trees that might not be available anywhere else.
An arm wraps around Nate as he’s squished into his husband’s glowing side, nodding at the mention of pots for the snows. “I could probably get some from the Greatwood.” He says, quite seriously, before the slight snort leaves him as he feels Nate’s nose brush against his cheek followed by the cool caress of his lips. He turns his head just enough to press a kiss to his husband’s jaw, to inhale the scent of citrus and tobacco, paired with the light hint of allspice.
Drifting closer to the blankets, Sunjata nestles in closer, squeezing Nate’s side and watching from his peripheral at the glimmer his pressure causes against his husband’s side. “Mmm, yeah I think that would work.” His head cranes to look back at the space, squinting slightly before he’s suddenly surging toward Nate, readjusting them so that he can wrap both arms around his husband and bury his face into Nate’s neck, lips pressed against his husband’s neck, a playful pulse coating the bond with a bit of sheepishness as he whispers against pale glowing skin. “What about a cow? Or a horse?”
An arm wraps around Nate as he’s squished into his husband’s glowing side, nodding at the mention of pots for the snows. “I could probably get some from the Greatwood.” He says, quite seriously, before the slight snort leaves him as he feels Nate’s nose brush against his cheek followed by the cool caress of his lips. He turns his head just enough to press a kiss to his husband’s jaw, to inhale the scent of citrus and tobacco, paired with the light hint of allspice.
Drifting closer to the blankets, Sunjata nestles in closer, squeezing Nate’s side and watching from his peripheral at the glimmer his pressure causes against his husband’s side. “Mmm, yeah I think that would work.” His head cranes to look back at the space, squinting slightly before he’s suddenly surging toward Nate, readjusting them so that he can wrap both arms around his husband and bury his face into Nate’s neck, lips pressed against his husband’s neck, a playful pulse coating the bond with a bit of sheepishness as he whispers against pale glowing skin. “What about a cow? Or a horse?”
i will put you on replay
you're the tv show i'm marathonin' all damn weekend
you're the tv show i'm marathonin' all damn weekend
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.
