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
He prays it softens the blow, prays that it isn’t the last straw in a steam of broken straws that makes Nate leave him again. It’s what keeps him holding onto Nate, not having to fear he might react like Hotaru did. He doesn’t think Nate would slip a knife between his ribs – not physically at least – emotionally? Well, they’d done it more than once to one another. But this time, he wishes it’s different.
And he doesn’t hide anything – he lets his hope and excitement flicker out of him in all the ways he knows how, letting his fingers press against Nate’s sides, lets them slide up his back and dig into his shoulder blades. “I still want to know.” He comments softly, about Nate’s news. “It means that… They’ll keep us safe in the war. Without anything needed aside from me asking the Voice.” Which that, in and of itself, should say a lot.
Even the thought of the Voice had lead to a lot of turmoil for Sunjata when in Safrin’s presence. “And yes, all of her. Here–” He reluctantly pulls away from his husband, tugging his shirt off over his head, revealing the tattoos that have gone missing, the stars that no longer spanned in his sleeve (one remaining because the other had been taken too), as well as the constellation’s absence. “I got to keep my shifts… I can’t partial shift or talk in the Attuned bond anymore but I still have every single one of them. I think they want me to be a sort of middleman for things… Like getting it so you and the rest of your… Family, don’t need a special room in the Grounds.”
And he doesn’t hide anything – he lets his hope and excitement flicker out of him in all the ways he knows how, letting his fingers press against Nate’s sides, lets them slide up his back and dig into his shoulder blades. “I still want to know.” He comments softly, about Nate’s news. “It means that… They’ll keep us safe in the war. Without anything needed aside from me asking the Voice.” Which that, in and of itself, should say a lot.
Even the thought of the Voice had lead to a lot of turmoil for Sunjata when in Safrin’s presence. “And yes, all of her. Here–” He reluctantly pulls away from his husband, tugging his shirt off over his head, revealing the tattoos that have gone missing, the stars that no longer spanned in his sleeve (one remaining because the other had been taken too), as well as the constellation’s absence. “I got to keep my shifts… I can’t partial shift or talk in the Attuned bond anymore but I still have every single one of them. I think they want me to be a sort of middleman for things… Like getting it so you and the rest of your… Family, don’t need a special room in the Grounds.”
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.
