no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
He can’t even deny the truth of the claim Danta makes, as his blood is smeared with the way the Ancient nuzzles his face in against his neck. It clots eventually, keeping the stream from becoming enough to make him lightheaded, while also having the discomfort of how it dries against his skin. The stickiness of that doesn’t last long, though, as the streams are kissed away and his chest continues to rise and fall as he gets his breath under control.
“I don’t think you want to know.” He admits, not letting himself delve into that subject when he’s feeling so light right now. But his arms remain just as tight around the Ancient, focused enough now to draw that water back up, blanketing Danta from the other side. And if he falls asleep there? Who’s Sunjata to complain? After all, it’s been so long it’s highly unlikely that Sunjata won’t fall asleep right there too.
“I don’t think you want to know.” He admits, not letting himself delve into that subject when he’s feeling so light right now. But his arms remain just as tight around the Ancient, focused enough now to draw that water back up, blanketing Danta from the other side. And if he falls asleep there? Who’s Sunjata to complain? After all, it’s been so long it’s highly unlikely that Sunjata won’t fall asleep right there too.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
