don't you know i'm no good for you?
“Yes.” An answer, for whatever’s decided. He should find it relieving, to not be hanging on, but the attuned doesn’t know which would’ve been better. The hope that he could cling to, or the terror of one day receiving a letter that states he doesn’t want to come back, that Sunjata had stepped too far over the line. It’s a strange combination of feelings that flicker over him. But Nate had said he’d come back and tell him, so that had to mean something, right?
It’s conflict brewing within him, worse than before when he’d thought he’d been losing his mind. Those were mental, he had his friends and family beside him, even if he hadn’t treated them the way they’d deserved. This? He’s losing it all. His sanity, his friends, his family, one by one like dominos off the edge of a cliff where he can’t see where they’ve fallen.
Nate stands so suddenly that Sunjata’s gaze drops, still huddled into himself, arms wrapped around his legs, head burying itself back in the comfort of his scaled arms, so that he can hide away because he’s so vulnerable right now. Nate steps closer and Sunjata does bite down hard enough on his cheek to draw blood, letting the iron tinge of it distract him from the expectation of Nate stepping away, gathering his things and leaving.
But the shirt drapes over his head, wet and soaked and Sunjata holds his breath – he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand why, and the confusion is the one thing that isn’t shaky, isn’t flipflopping mentally as it’s shot across the bond like an arrow. And then there’s the press of a kiss to his head, from behind the soaked shirt, and Sunjata can’t help the tangle of emotions that pour from him, the love, the sorrow, the shame, the heartbreak. I love you so much, Nate. Despite his tangle of emotions, this is sent with all the conviction and love he can.
Even when his shoulders shake, even when he ducks into more of himself, even when he breaks.
It’s conflict brewing within him, worse than before when he’d thought he’d been losing his mind. Those were mental, he had his friends and family beside him, even if he hadn’t treated them the way they’d deserved. This? He’s losing it all. His sanity, his friends, his family, one by one like dominos off the edge of a cliff where he can’t see where they’ve fallen.
Nate stands so suddenly that Sunjata’s gaze drops, still huddled into himself, arms wrapped around his legs, head burying itself back in the comfort of his scaled arms, so that he can hide away because he’s so vulnerable right now. Nate steps closer and Sunjata does bite down hard enough on his cheek to draw blood, letting the iron tinge of it distract him from the expectation of Nate stepping away, gathering his things and leaving.
But the shirt drapes over his head, wet and soaked and Sunjata holds his breath – he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand why, and the confusion is the one thing that isn’t shaky, isn’t flipflopping mentally as it’s shot across the bond like an arrow. And then there’s the press of a kiss to his head, from behind the soaked shirt, and Sunjata can’t help the tangle of emotions that pour from him, the love, the sorrow, the shame, the heartbreak. I love you so much, Nate. Despite his tangle of emotions, this is sent with all the conviction and love he can.
Even when his shoulders shake, even when he ducks into more of himself, even when he breaks.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
