I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
In all honesty, he hasn’t had any lows like that. He’s been levelheaded just enough that things seemed to be going in the right direction – but danger always lurked, was always around the corner for the both of them, and Sunjata isn’t sure where exactly that leaves them when it comes to feelings like this. He nuzzles in closer, however, one hand raising to Nate’s hair to tangle in the dark long hair, pressing against Nate’s neck with it to offer that extra semblance of comfort where he can because he knows the Ascended can’t feel the gentle and tenderness he wants to give.
It’s more effort, but it’s worth it.
But his question is aired, how to help, what he can do – and he should expect it to travel back to the night he’d staggered in. And it was… Terrible, as much pain as it caused him, he could only assume it caused it more in Nate. And he finds himself so incredibly sorry for it, but unable to form the words for it – unsure if it might happen again.
And ah, ah. That’s where it comes from. There’s a moment of realization in the way Nate speaks, some correlation he can make at this very moment of Sunjata laying there, getting stitched up, if something didn’t work out, and he bled out – how similar and terrifying it must have been for Nate, dredging up some of those swallowed down memories of his brother. And it makes so much sense.
So he hugs Nate a bit tighter, against the protesting stitching that’s already inflamed, letting him finish without interrupting, hearing the crack in the voice and trying to offer some sort of normalcy. “It’s not.” He offers quietly, his accent a bit thicker as he opens his eyes and squints against the light that filters in through the window, to focus on the drying rack of dishes beside them. “I get it. I think that when Haai goes crazy and spouts fire like she does sometimes around you. I get like that when I wonder whether or not you’ll be out in the sun too long.” A deep inhale of a breath before it’s a soft exhale.
His head shifts a small amount, turning in a bit more toward Nate, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and tilting his head to rest his forehead against the column of the Ascended’s neck, fingers stroking through raven hair. “I’ll be okay, Nate. I’ll always come back home to you. I just… I can’t guarantee it’ll all be in one piece. And I’m sorry for that.” He offers softly, tilting his head up and closing his eyes again to press his lips to Nate’s neck. “But I’ll always be with you.” He hums against Nate’s skin, the thought of the scar across Nate’s hand coming to mind, of confessions made, of everything else. He was there, even if he wasn’t physically.
It’s more effort, but it’s worth it.
But his question is aired, how to help, what he can do – and he should expect it to travel back to the night he’d staggered in. And it was… Terrible, as much pain as it caused him, he could only assume it caused it more in Nate. And he finds himself so incredibly sorry for it, but unable to form the words for it – unsure if it might happen again.
And ah, ah. That’s where it comes from. There’s a moment of realization in the way Nate speaks, some correlation he can make at this very moment of Sunjata laying there, getting stitched up, if something didn’t work out, and he bled out – how similar and terrifying it must have been for Nate, dredging up some of those swallowed down memories of his brother. And it makes so much sense.
So he hugs Nate a bit tighter, against the protesting stitching that’s already inflamed, letting him finish without interrupting, hearing the crack in the voice and trying to offer some sort of normalcy. “It’s not.” He offers quietly, his accent a bit thicker as he opens his eyes and squints against the light that filters in through the window, to focus on the drying rack of dishes beside them. “I get it. I think that when Haai goes crazy and spouts fire like she does sometimes around you. I get like that when I wonder whether or not you’ll be out in the sun too long.” A deep inhale of a breath before it’s a soft exhale.
His head shifts a small amount, turning in a bit more toward Nate, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and tilting his head to rest his forehead against the column of the Ascended’s neck, fingers stroking through raven hair. “I’ll be okay, Nate. I’ll always come back home to you. I just… I can’t guarantee it’ll all be in one piece. And I’m sorry for that.” He offers softly, tilting his head up and closing his eyes again to press his lips to Nate’s neck. “But I’ll always be with you.” He hums against Nate’s skin, the thought of the scar across Nate’s hand coming to mind, of confessions made, of everything else. He was there, even if he wasn’t physically.
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.
