and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He fully anticipates them to walk away again, a step headed in the wrong direction when Nate tugs him back. He almost slips on the ice and snow briefly before catching himself, remaining a half-step behind his husband until the shrine is in view, until Nate speaks, as the Flood has a moment to scan the dark stones, turning his attention toward the Ascended to scan him quietly as well. Their fingers are intertwined, the slight tremble felt by the Lone Ranger masked with a tight squeeze he offers from a lightning scarred hand.
He isn’t sure if it’ll help if he speaks – if he should. She’d be expecting him at some point, though, he imagines. She had intended for him to speak with Frey and he has, so perhaps in his being here she might realize there’s that to work out as well. Regardless, Sunjata remains slightly behind Nate, hand in hand, leaning in to press his cheek against Nate’s shoulder lightly in an extra amount of solidarity before he straightens back up and waits for something to happen, holding his breath.
He isn’t sure if it’ll help if he speaks – if he should. She’d be expecting him at some point, though, he imagines. She had intended for him to speak with Frey and he has, so perhaps in his being here she might realize there’s that to work out as well. Regardless, Sunjata remains slightly behind Nate, hand in hand, leaning in to press his cheek against Nate’s shoulder lightly in an extra amount of solidarity before he straightens back up and waits for something to happen, holding his breath.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bulletproof
SUNJATA
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.
