// i'm not so good with tenses //
Surprised, perhaps, to be seen through so much, Niki’s question receives a raise of his scarred brows and a bark of a laugh that’s accompanied by the flicker of light arcing through his scars – all of them along his face, glowing under his shirt, down the arm with the lightning scar to his fingers that cradle the cup. “Actually yeah, it usually does.” It breaks the tension he’d been feeling – if nothing else because he realizes that his passive magic has given him away even more, snorting again as he peers down into his coffee mug.
It’s nearly gone, now, and in spite of the downward turn of the conversation, he latches onto the lighter topic of conversation like it’s an escape rope from the cave of everything else he’d unknowingly descended into. “Sounds great.” He agrees, settling in a little more, his thumb stroking along the handle of the mug. “It does get pretty cold, unfortunately.” He sighs dramatically, his nose wrinkling. “Luckily New Haven’s got a lot of merchants and people that come together and clean up the streets so it’s easy to walk around and stay warm. Outside fires and stuff, too.” At least they had last season, and he finds it very easy to boast about how much the citizens took pride in their region, like it was some kind of reflection on himself.
It’s nearly gone, now, and in spite of the downward turn of the conversation, he latches onto the lighter topic of conversation like it’s an escape rope from the cave of everything else he’d unknowingly descended into. “Sounds great.” He agrees, settling in a little more, his thumb stroking along the handle of the mug. “It does get pretty cold, unfortunately.” He sighs dramatically, his nose wrinkling. “Luckily New Haven’s got a lot of merchants and people that come together and clean up the streets so it’s easy to walk around and stay warm. Outside fires and stuff, too.” At least they had last season, and he finds it very easy to boast about how much the citizens took pride in their region, like it was some kind of reflection on himself.
the Heartless
// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //
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.
