SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
Nothing has changed, not immensely anyway. The same amount of teeth, the same amount of scar tissue on the inside of his cheek where his fathers blade had severed and the salty sea had done its best to knit the pieces back together. But he’s content to let Nate explore anyway, huffs of breath slipping from his nose as he flips them, pins him with his hips and legs, curled over his husband as he removes his hands to run down Nate’s chest.
The kiss breaks and he peers down at the Ascended for a few heartbeats longer as he leans in to kiss his cheek, his chin, his neck, making his own map of everything he’s missed while Nate’s been offline. “Mmm… sout, soet, 'n tikkie van jou.” He purrs, a lock of hair falling from one of the horns that’s kept it back. Languidly, he looks up at his husband again as he drifts his kisses to each collarbone.
“Were you hoping I’d say something different?” He teases, a wink aimed before he’s drawing up again, laying a map of kisses along the crescent scar that dips along his face.
The kiss breaks and he peers down at the Ascended for a few heartbeats longer as he leans in to kiss his cheek, his chin, his neck, making his own map of everything he’s missed while Nate’s been offline. “Mmm… sout, soet, 'n tikkie van jou.” He purrs, a lock of hair falling from one of the horns that’s kept it back. Languidly, he looks up at his husband again as he drifts his kisses to each collarbone.
“Were you hoping I’d say something different?” He teases, a wink aimed before he’s drawing up again, laying a map of kisses along the crescent scar that dips along his face.
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
