i'm not a whole person, and i dont think i ever will be
parts of me died in the house i grew up in
His eyes do slip back to Nate as he takes the steps closer, focusing on that intense gaze he’s granted — rooted briefly, again, watching the other man’s gaze slip to the bites, the easy fanged grin, and Sunjata can’t help the slight smirk that crosses his face, curling the edges. “That is a shame. But you’re right, you do make up for it.” An easy tease, a slight snort.
But with all the movement, Haai is still exhausted, shifting on Nate’s shoulders with one last nibble to push off him to land on a bed and curl up along the furs to fall back asleep. The question, distracts Sunjata enough to not notice the pulse of exhaustion from his companion, and he gives a wider smile to Nate, a tilt of his head. “I was a boxer for a time when I joined the Korofi rebellion.” He explains, shoulders shrugging. “And since I’m the Arbiter’s son — the Arbiter was basically the king of making and writing the laws back home—, I got my ass handed to me a lot at first.” Until he’d learned, at the very least. Became one of them. Seen what his father had done first hand to their fellow people, not unlike anything that had happened to him as well.
But those are darker topics, and he sticks to the lightness of it — of Nate’s gaze as he steps closer, a grin, a tap to his jaw that reflects in Sunjata’s stormy gaze as a spark of lightning. “So you’ve reminded me.” He manages to say, shooting a playful wink to the other man, slipping out from beneath the presence. Sunjata may be taller, but something about the way the man had handled him against the wall, leaves his mouth somewhat dry, finding the Ascended’s presence quite large indeed.
And he shifts toward the desk, talking of plans to Torchline and portals. The information is beneficial, and Sunjata keeps his back turned to Nate as he focuses on cataloguing the information. “Interesting.” He hums thoughtfully, opening a drawer to pull the silver circlet out, turning back toward Nate and approaching and allowing his steel eyes to seek out electric blues. Getting back into Nate’s space is surprisingly easy, and he reaches up to grasp the man’s wrist to place the silver bracelet around it. “Initiation is usually just impressing me. Consider myself impressed.” A brief smirk, a wink, not sure what else to say to that when they both know the reason for it.
But with all the movement, Haai is still exhausted, shifting on Nate’s shoulders with one last nibble to push off him to land on a bed and curl up along the furs to fall back asleep. The question, distracts Sunjata enough to not notice the pulse of exhaustion from his companion, and he gives a wider smile to Nate, a tilt of his head. “I was a boxer for a time when I joined the Korofi rebellion.” He explains, shoulders shrugging. “And since I’m the Arbiter’s son — the Arbiter was basically the king of making and writing the laws back home—, I got my ass handed to me a lot at first.” Until he’d learned, at the very least. Became one of them. Seen what his father had done first hand to their fellow people, not unlike anything that had happened to him as well.
But those are darker topics, and he sticks to the lightness of it — of Nate’s gaze as he steps closer, a grin, a tap to his jaw that reflects in Sunjata’s stormy gaze as a spark of lightning. “So you’ve reminded me.” He manages to say, shooting a playful wink to the other man, slipping out from beneath the presence. Sunjata may be taller, but something about the way the man had handled him against the wall, leaves his mouth somewhat dry, finding the Ascended’s presence quite large indeed.
And he shifts toward the desk, talking of plans to Torchline and portals. The information is beneficial, and Sunjata keeps his back turned to Nate as he focuses on cataloguing the information. “Interesting.” He hums thoughtfully, opening a drawer to pull the silver circlet out, turning back toward Nate and approaching and allowing his steel eyes to seek out electric blues. Getting back into Nate’s space is surprisingly easy, and he reaches up to grasp the man’s wrist to place the silver bracelet around it. “Initiation is usually just impressing me. Consider myself impressed.” A brief smirk, a wink, not sure what else to say to that when they both know the reason for it.
& i visit them in dreams
SUNJATA
