flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes

// i may never sleep tonight as long as you're still burning bright
if i could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep //

They part for breath and Sunjata can’t seem to keep his gaze away from slyly studying Jonah’s own, as if he might be able to read between the lines to see what lurks beneath. He’s unsuccessful, though, he doesn’t know the Accepted at all, has to lean on the words that breathe out of the other man in order to try and gather what he wants. Luckily, it’s him, and a return of the favor of which Sunjata isn’t keen to deny if Jonah’s so willing to offer.

So he does pull away from the space between them a bit more, an arm snaking around Jonah’s shoulders to keep him close as he turns their positioning, as one hand moves to place it on one of those scarred edges in the wooden table, like it was made for him – like he’d created it – because he had once upon a time. “You don’t need fancy tricks.” He assures Jonah with a wink, leaning back against the desk now as the hand in his hair curls to help guide him down. “I’m sure you’ll have no issue getting me off.” Tipped with a wink, he readjusts the way he stands, making it just a bit easier for the shorter man to kneel.

i'll stay awake 'til i trade my mistakes, or they fade away

SUNJATA