// do my worst, shoot the moon, stab the sun. got a curse, on the tip of my tongue
you go first, and i swear that i'll jump. born to kill, tiny slice of the throat //
you go first, and i swear that i'll jump. born to kill, tiny slice of the throat //
A snort leaves him at Bart’s confession of whether or not Haai would be able to deal with him and the mention of shin guards… As if those would ever work. So instead, he focuses on the feeling that radiates to him from Haai, as if it might be some sort of consolation. “She likes you already.” He offers softly, shrugging his shoulders as if that was that.
As for the rest of it, though, a bright gaze that’s sharp as needles stares at Sunjata but it doesn’t make him want to shrink or hide away. Instead, he levels his own steel at Bart, as if in both understanding and a hardness that seems to say ‘he knows’. He knows that Nate’s always been rebellious, and perhaps that’s part of the reason Sunjata’s seemed drawn to him from the beginning. “It’s accepted, yeah. We’re safe here.” Safe as much as one could be in a place like this, but it wasn’t their sexuality that doomed them. “Surprised me too, to be honest.”
Sunjata stretches out, though, long legs propping up on the edge of the couch that faces Bart’s as he tries to relax a bit, a hum of a laugh leaving him at Bart’s words, his eyes focusing on his brother in law with quite a lot of attention as he looks the man up and down. “Sorry, no, Nate’s definitely got that one in the bag.” He offers with a crooked smirk of amusement.
As for the rest of it, though, a bright gaze that’s sharp as needles stares at Sunjata but it doesn’t make him want to shrink or hide away. Instead, he levels his own steel at Bart, as if in both understanding and a hardness that seems to say ‘he knows’. He knows that Nate’s always been rebellious, and perhaps that’s part of the reason Sunjata’s seemed drawn to him from the beginning. “It’s accepted, yeah. We’re safe here.” Safe as much as one could be in a place like this, but it wasn’t their sexuality that doomed them. “Surprised me too, to be honest.”
Sunjata stretches out, though, long legs propping up on the edge of the couch that faces Bart’s as he tries to relax a bit, a hum of a laugh leaving him at Bart’s words, his eyes focusing on his brother in law with quite a lot of attention as he looks the man up and down. “Sorry, no, Nate’s definitely got that one in the bag.” He offers with a crooked smirk of amusement.
a new pill, or the poison you know, let it spill && i swear that i'll go
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.
