THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
He tries to play it off, like it’s a swift movement of retracting his hand, of pretending like he isn’t about to just grind his teeth despite the tightening of his jaw, to pretend like he might have everything all put together in the closed off Attuned bond that he keeps shielded just on the off chance he lets something slip he doesn’t intend to. But she alleviates him, even before he has a chance to gnash his teeth together, the tension taught despite how she reaches up to cup his neck, her thumb pressed into the hollow of a collarbone that sports a compass where in this direction, the northern point, points directly at her.
He can feel her sincerity through the sliver of the bond that she shares, and his thumb continues its gentle stroke even as he remains a touch wary, watchful of her face and anything that might give away the rouse. He finds nothing but honesty in her, despite everything they’d done to one another, and it loosens that taughtness fighting in his jaw.
His head ducks slightly as he listens, nodding in his understanding of what she means, managing even the small ghost of a smile to twist the edges of his lips. “It was a consideration if you weren’t here.” He admits a bit boldly. “In case I needed to fill in at the House of Midnight.” Because of course there’s been requests; given his reputation and the god he serves, there were the select few bold enough to ask despite his adamance of not being a part of the crew.
But with her here, there’s no need for him to give into those old coping mechanisms, and given their prior conversations and the possessiveness with how they hold each other, even now, it wouldn’t be a problem otherwise. “I understand.” He adds quietly to her mention of abandonment – as if Sunjata himself didn’t have the very same fears burning deep within his bones.
He loves her even more the second that she reiterates her point in a blunt manner, one that splits all the doubt away in his mind back into the worthless voids they’d crawled out of and he leans down to press his forehead to hers, eyes shutting as he exhales a quiet breath. “I’m not immortal, Ru.” He breathes it as if it were some fear that he might become that – forced to live with one of his biggest fears of losing everything and everyone he loved. “But… I want you to have me, too, however you want me.” He will do anything to try and prove to her that he isn’t going to leave, that he isn’t going to betray her, that he isn’t going to become another Thranduil.
“So yes… I want your opinions. They matter to me because they will affect you too.” Because we’re together.
He can feel her sincerity through the sliver of the bond that she shares, and his thumb continues its gentle stroke even as he remains a touch wary, watchful of her face and anything that might give away the rouse. He finds nothing but honesty in her, despite everything they’d done to one another, and it loosens that taughtness fighting in his jaw.
His head ducks slightly as he listens, nodding in his understanding of what she means, managing even the small ghost of a smile to twist the edges of his lips. “It was a consideration if you weren’t here.” He admits a bit boldly. “In case I needed to fill in at the House of Midnight.” Because of course there’s been requests; given his reputation and the god he serves, there were the select few bold enough to ask despite his adamance of not being a part of the crew.
But with her here, there’s no need for him to give into those old coping mechanisms, and given their prior conversations and the possessiveness with how they hold each other, even now, it wouldn’t be a problem otherwise. “I understand.” He adds quietly to her mention of abandonment – as if Sunjata himself didn’t have the very same fears burning deep within his bones.
He loves her even more the second that she reiterates her point in a blunt manner, one that splits all the doubt away in his mind back into the worthless voids they’d crawled out of and he leans down to press his forehead to hers, eyes shutting as he exhales a quiet breath. “I’m not immortal, Ru.” He breathes it as if it were some fear that he might become that – forced to live with one of his biggest fears of losing everything and everyone he loved. “But… I want you to have me, too, however you want me.” He will do anything to try and prove to her that he isn’t going to leave, that he isn’t going to betray her, that he isn’t going to become another Thranduil.
“So yes… I want your opinions. They matter to me because they will affect you too.” Because we’re together.
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of you //
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.
