SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
There’s a slight huff of laughter given to Nate in response, a kind of strange… Awkward sense of it, some dark humor radiating through as he leans back a small amount when Nate begins to sit beside him. “I mean… Things aren’t so shitty right now.” He offers, steel gaze slipping from the turtles to look back at Nate when his arm pulls him closer – some sort of vulnerable spot that Sunjata never really gave into. He did it once with Maea – but with Nate? It was easier to give into it.
And so he does, shifting to rest where Nate can press his cheek against Sunjata’s own stubbled one. “I have you, after all, don’t I?” He hums, tilting his head toward Nate as he pushes in for a kiss, pressing back against the Ascended in a slightly deeper kiss, humming light under his breath. And rather than the fangs of his feline shift, these are narrower, sharper, curve a bit more inward – and much like Nate’s, they bear a similar hole within them.
But he breaks the kiss a small amount, brushing to rest his face along Nate’s chest, an acutely vulnerable position and thinking nothing of it, how different it is for him, as he focuses back on the turtles that make their way. “Do you think this island is just a breeding ground for them? There’s so many of them. And if the island moves it’s really no loss to them, right? It’s still right here, next to the ocean.” He rumbles, a quiet chuckle leaving him at that. He doesn’t think, just based off of this, that the mothers come back to check on them after.
And so he does, shifting to rest where Nate can press his cheek against Sunjata’s own stubbled one. “I have you, after all, don’t I?” He hums, tilting his head toward Nate as he pushes in for a kiss, pressing back against the Ascended in a slightly deeper kiss, humming light under his breath. And rather than the fangs of his feline shift, these are narrower, sharper, curve a bit more inward – and much like Nate’s, they bear a similar hole within them.
But he breaks the kiss a small amount, brushing to rest his face along Nate’s chest, an acutely vulnerable position and thinking nothing of it, how different it is for him, as he focuses back on the turtles that make their way. “Do you think this island is just a breeding ground for them? There’s so many of them. And if the island moves it’s really no loss to them, right? It’s still right here, next to the ocean.” He rumbles, a quiet chuckle leaving him at that. He doesn’t think, just based off of this, that the mothers come back to check on them after.
'cause i might make a move
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.
