I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
Ah, if only he could blame more of his short comings with the stupid things he usually said on something like this. But he can’t, owning up to every single one of them, but focusing on Nate as much as he can, listening to the story that’s offered – latching onto the story with everything he has – some sort of boyish smile crossing his face with the nostalgic memories. “Buzzkill.” He comments easily – recalling a few calls of drunkards in Korofi that they’d tried to put him on before he’d been put in charge. And gods those were the most boring, most useless ones he’d ever done.
He wonders if it’s the same there. But the thought of that doesn’t last long, not as he’s sputtering and attempting to recover, hearing the tease and pinning Nate with a slightly sharper steel edge to his gaze, though the smirk crossing his face betrays him. “Oh, now you tell me.” He accuses, but manages to recover as swift as he can, lungs pulling in a bit more smoother air, settling as he focuses on what he could do better to try and refrain from coughing so fucking hard, wanting to try again just out of spite.
But then Nate’s grabbing his attention, watching as the Ascended pulls it easily into his own lungs – some playful roll of his eyes with that before he’s being pulled into Nate, going willingly, almost acutely attuned to try and figure out what parts of him will be affected, almost too much so that he’s thankful for Nate’s distraction. His arms slip around Nate easily, fitting there comfortably as he gives into the kiss, a hum slipping from his throat almost feeling raw with the coughing, but inhaling when Nate’s own breath is offered.
Not so different from some of the things Luci and he had done with their cigarettes, after all. But when Nate pulls away, there’s almost a whine, one blink and everything seems normal and the next he can spy Nate’s face watching him almost as if something’s happening. And he wants to lean in again, to wait for something to happen when he feels it. Almost like drinking too much, there’s that part of his mind that seems almost sluggish and slow, as if time has slowed a small amount and progressively getting so as he exhales long and slow – a playful smirk crossing his face as the tension relieves from his shoulders. “Okay...” He hums, a slight laugh slipping from his throat with it. He doesn’t know what to say, not as he’s leaning in toward Nate again, aiming to catch another kiss though perhaps a bit too hard and fast for his mind to keep up with, bumping his head into Nate’s a bit too hard.
He wonders if it’s the same there. But the thought of that doesn’t last long, not as he’s sputtering and attempting to recover, hearing the tease and pinning Nate with a slightly sharper steel edge to his gaze, though the smirk crossing his face betrays him. “Oh, now you tell me.” He accuses, but manages to recover as swift as he can, lungs pulling in a bit more smoother air, settling as he focuses on what he could do better to try and refrain from coughing so fucking hard, wanting to try again just out of spite.
But then Nate’s grabbing his attention, watching as the Ascended pulls it easily into his own lungs – some playful roll of his eyes with that before he’s being pulled into Nate, going willingly, almost acutely attuned to try and figure out what parts of him will be affected, almost too much so that he’s thankful for Nate’s distraction. His arms slip around Nate easily, fitting there comfortably as he gives into the kiss, a hum slipping from his throat almost feeling raw with the coughing, but inhaling when Nate’s own breath is offered.
Not so different from some of the things Luci and he had done with their cigarettes, after all. But when Nate pulls away, there’s almost a whine, one blink and everything seems normal and the next he can spy Nate’s face watching him almost as if something’s happening. And he wants to lean in again, to wait for something to happen when he feels it. Almost like drinking too much, there’s that part of his mind that seems almost sluggish and slow, as if time has slowed a small amount and progressively getting so as he exhales long and slow – a playful smirk crossing his face as the tension relieves from his shoulders. “Okay...” He hums, a slight laugh slipping from his throat with it. He doesn’t know what to say, not as he’s leaning in toward Nate again, aiming to catch another kiss though perhaps a bit too hard and fast for his mind to keep up with, bumping his head into Nate’s a bit too hard.
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.
