// now take what i offer, straight up the nose down the throat, it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer? i am the way and the life in the best looking truth //
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer? i am the way and the life in the best looking truth //
A hum of a laugh leaves him, a shoulder rising and falling in a small shrug at the tease from his husband, glancing over to find that bright smile that he lingers on just a little bit longer as they continue their trek in the snow. It crunches beneath his boots, almost too loudly if it weren’t for the way Nate’s hand grips his and the wistful complaint of missing the longer length of his hair. “It’ll grow back.” He promises, flashing a wink over toward the Lone Ranger before he feels those bright blues on him and he turns his head to catch those eyes with bright steel of his own.
“Good.” It’s muffled when their lips meet, Sunjata’s eyes shuttering shut despite the lightshow he can see beneath his closed lids from where he presses against his husband’s skin – the electric little waves dancing as he slows to a stop beside his husband. His hand squeezes the Ascended’s a bit more, about to dive in further when Nate pulls away and there’s a little hint of a whine that slips from his scarred lips.
But they’re here for a reason, after all, so he stuffs his complaints back down internally, following him around the corner – connected by their hands. “I got something from Deimos to contain the fire within.” He begins to explain slightly, reaching over to his other side where the large bag sits, patting the fire pot within it. “It was like pulling teeth, but he of course got the last word.” A roll of his eyes, amusement flickering in his gaze as he tilts his head back toward his husband, the sound of the crackling fire growing louder the deeper they get.
“Good.” It’s muffled when their lips meet, Sunjata’s eyes shuttering shut despite the lightshow he can see beneath his closed lids from where he presses against his husband’s skin – the electric little waves dancing as he slows to a stop beside his husband. His hand squeezes the Ascended’s a bit more, about to dive in further when Nate pulls away and there’s a little hint of a whine that slips from his scarred lips.
But they’re here for a reason, after all, so he stuffs his complaints back down internally, following him around the corner – connected by their hands. “I got something from Deimos to contain the fire within.” He begins to explain slightly, reaching over to his other side where the large bag sits, patting the fire pot within it. “It was like pulling teeth, but he of course got the last word.” A roll of his eyes, amusement flickering in his gaze as he tilts his head back toward his husband, the sound of the crackling fire growing louder the deeper they get.
i am the driver, i am the shadow, and i am the hearse
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.
