SUNJATA
the flood
i can still see your face looking back through the flames
and i search it, was it worth it?
and i search it, was it worth it?
As Nate removes his hand from Sunjata’s eyes, the Ascended is correct to presume that the Attuned keeps his eyes closed. He focuses on the feeling of Nate’s fingers tracing along his forehead, through dark waves of hair, along the contours of his face. He leans into each with comfort, ease, love as he uses it like a roadmap to guide him. And Nate’s words, at first Sunjata wants to challenge them, to comment that he doesn’t deserve him, but it dies on his tongue and is replaced easily with a soft smile instead.
But then his lover is moving him, and he keeps his gaze shut, letting Nate guide him where he wants him, and eventually he’s in Nate’s lap – shifting a small amount to try and not give all of his weight onto Nate (though knowing the Ascended could absolutely handle it, it’s beside the point) and he focuses instead on his touch – the way his hands travel along Nate until he tells him to look at him. He opens his eyes, his stormy eyes relatively clear of the clouds – bright and focused as he scans Nate’s face and takes it all in, doesn’t balk, doesn’t hide away, takes all of it and still that soft smile remains on his face.
There’s that too intense gaze again, and Sunjata thinks he’s getting somewhere, and so he readjusts his seat a bit more until he’s straddling Nate now so his compass tattoos are pointed right at him again – settling as close as he can and keeping one hand on Nate’s side in gentle strokes while the other seeks out the Ascended’s dark hair to try and soothe the quiver in his voice. Perhaps that’s all the strength he needs, not needing to hide it away anymore. And perhaps now he can truly get poetic, without the awkwardness of everything else weighing him down. Who else was here to hear him aside from Nate? The Ascended wouldn’t judge it in the slightest either, he’s sure. In fact, he thinks Nate certainly needs to hear it now out of all the other times. “You’re my moon.” A deep inhale of breath. “You keep me steady when I want to fall apart. You soothe the waves of my soul when I struggle with being who I used to be and who I want to be.” Another brief pause. “I think… That I was meant to find you, that we were meant to be here together through it all. And sometimes I feel somewhat shitty about how it all happened to get this way, but…” There’s a half laugh at this, enough that it crinkles his eyes. “I’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it got me you.”
But then his lover is moving him, and he keeps his gaze shut, letting Nate guide him where he wants him, and eventually he’s in Nate’s lap – shifting a small amount to try and not give all of his weight onto Nate (though knowing the Ascended could absolutely handle it, it’s beside the point) and he focuses instead on his touch – the way his hands travel along Nate until he tells him to look at him. He opens his eyes, his stormy eyes relatively clear of the clouds – bright and focused as he scans Nate’s face and takes it all in, doesn’t balk, doesn’t hide away, takes all of it and still that soft smile remains on his face.
There’s that too intense gaze again, and Sunjata thinks he’s getting somewhere, and so he readjusts his seat a bit more until he’s straddling Nate now so his compass tattoos are pointed right at him again – settling as close as he can and keeping one hand on Nate’s side in gentle strokes while the other seeks out the Ascended’s dark hair to try and soothe the quiver in his voice. Perhaps that’s all the strength he needs, not needing to hide it away anymore. And perhaps now he can truly get poetic, without the awkwardness of everything else weighing him down. Who else was here to hear him aside from Nate? The Ascended wouldn’t judge it in the slightest either, he’s sure. In fact, he thinks Nate certainly needs to hear it now out of all the other times. “You’re my moon.” A deep inhale of breath. “You keep me steady when I want to fall apart. You soothe the waves of my soul when I struggle with being who I used to be and who I want to be.” Another brief pause. “I think… That I was meant to find you, that we were meant to be here together through it all. And sometimes I feel somewhat shitty about how it all happened to get this way, but…” There’s a half laugh at this, enough that it crinkles his eyes. “I’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it got me you.”
no i don't mind the smoke, but your tears make me choke
are you okay? should i go away?
are you okay? should i go away?
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.
