// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
His bond only starts to close because he doesn’t want to worry her with the uncertainty that lingers in himself, the cold dread of I’ve ruined this too and we’ve just gotten started. Some part of him oily and dreading the idea that she was right, that he’d ruined her chance to love again, though how could he have known?
It’s a slow going process though and her panic is what keeps him from shutting it completely, just enough to keep the more worried thoughts from slipping through — enough that he can still feel the way her side feels like a hurricane while his feels like the waves of a sea, reacting to such an upset of the status quo.
“It took… A lot of persistence, after Lusea.” And while he didn’t love Maea the same, as he had the fiery Korofi woman and how he’d loved Nate, it had still taken Nate picking him up in the darkest times. Hotaru had done that too, though he doesn’t know how to explain it in a way that makes it make sense because his bond drops open the second she commands him, his arms tight around her still, initial confusion mixed with understanding, Sunjata meeting her dual toned gaze as if trying to seek out whether or not she wanted this. He doesn’t mention any attempts after Nate, however, because each one had felt not quite whole; each kiss from Isla had been great, don’t get him wrong, but it felt different at its core for him, as if he knew that he couldn’t allow himself to actually enjoy it. It was wrapped up in everything when they’d cool off, when they’d share a bed and he could forget about things for a while. He’s never put much thought into the feeling it sparked (or didn’t, aside from natural bodily ones in those instances).
But it was just a test, right? For her to see if it feels different? He selfishly hopes it doesn’t change the hard work they’re trying to do, but he absolutely won’t deny her. Okay, if you’re sure. He says through the bond, unsure if his actual words would fail him, searching her face and her side of the bond for confirmation before his hand lifts to her cheek, spreading his fingertips through her blonde hair to tilt her head back, leaning down to press his lips to her in a gentle kiss, tasting the fresh salt of her tears, unable to keep his side of the bond from warming like a crackling fire to soothe her. And gods, does it feel different to him.
It’s a slow going process though and her panic is what keeps him from shutting it completely, just enough to keep the more worried thoughts from slipping through — enough that he can still feel the way her side feels like a hurricane while his feels like the waves of a sea, reacting to such an upset of the status quo.
“It took… A lot of persistence, after Lusea.” And while he didn’t love Maea the same, as he had the fiery Korofi woman and how he’d loved Nate, it had still taken Nate picking him up in the darkest times. Hotaru had done that too, though he doesn’t know how to explain it in a way that makes it make sense because his bond drops open the second she commands him, his arms tight around her still, initial confusion mixed with understanding, Sunjata meeting her dual toned gaze as if trying to seek out whether or not she wanted this. He doesn’t mention any attempts after Nate, however, because each one had felt not quite whole; each kiss from Isla had been great, don’t get him wrong, but it felt different at its core for him, as if he knew that he couldn’t allow himself to actually enjoy it. It was wrapped up in everything when they’d cool off, when they’d share a bed and he could forget about things for a while. He’s never put much thought into the feeling it sparked (or didn’t, aside from natural bodily ones in those instances).
But it was just a test, right? For her to see if it feels different? He selfishly hopes it doesn’t change the hard work they’re trying to do, but he absolutely won’t deny her. Okay, if you’re sure. He says through the bond, unsure if his actual words would fail him, searching her face and her side of the bond for confirmation before his hand lifts to her cheek, spreading his fingertips through her blonde hair to tilt her head back, leaning down to press his lips to her in a gentle kiss, tasting the fresh salt of her tears, unable to keep his side of the bond from warming like a crackling fire to soothe her. And gods, does it feel different to him.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
