SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
Without the bond to connect them, Sunjata is relatively unaware of Nate’s arrival. Instead, all he can do is focus on the cookies he has baking in the oven right now, the smell of sugary sweet that infiltrates the room, floating through the kitchen to the other parts of the house. The cigarette is drawn from just at the time Nate’s words reach him and there’s a flush of red that coats his cheeks and neck when the Ascended takes the cigarette from his lips and pulls him close.
A low rumble of a chuckle leaves him, Sunjata leaning into the touch with everything he has, turning to face his husband and bury his flour covered face into Nate’s dark hair, mixing a bit of white among the dark tresses. “Actually, I’m making cookies.” He pauses, before he pulls back with nothing but light flickering in his gaze. “I hope.” His arms slip around Nate’s sides, fingers pressing into his back as he scans Nate’s face, searching for anything amiss, unable to really see anything – but he knows how well Nate puts himself together to pretend as if nothing’s wrong.
“I have news…” He trails off, something almost fragile in his gaze for a split second before it’s gone in lieu of hope.
A low rumble of a chuckle leaves him, Sunjata leaning into the touch with everything he has, turning to face his husband and bury his flour covered face into Nate’s dark hair, mixing a bit of white among the dark tresses. “Actually, I’m making cookies.” He pauses, before he pulls back with nothing but light flickering in his gaze. “I hope.” His arms slip around Nate’s sides, fingers pressing into his back as he scans Nate’s face, searching for anything amiss, unable to really see anything – but he knows how well Nate puts himself together to pretend as if nothing’s wrong.
“I have news…” He trails off, something almost fragile in his gaze for a split second before it’s gone in lieu of hope.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
