you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
The first muttering is heard easily with the hEARs even with Niki’s back to him as he drifts further in and closes the door behind him. Something that strikes nearby as something that could be akin to the necromancer thinking he pitied him for not being able to walk after being that hammered – when in reality, Sunjata had been there far too many times to count where he, too, couldn’t walk up the stairs after some drinks. Gods how he wished he could be there these days, too.
“I mean..” But Niki’s not done there, not as he sits at the side of his bed and his fingers start to try to clumsily remove the buckles of the brace on his leg, and Sunjata very much realizes why he thinks Flora had sent him over to talk to him. His brows pinch and he steps forward in spite of himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
But then, as frustration looms and he flops back on the bed and covers his face with an arm, Sunjata crosses the rest of the way. He’s not used to dealing with the spirals, he’s used to being the one that’s essentially inconsolable. It’s a strange reversal he isn’t sure how to handle, let alone for someone he considers a friend but one he doesn’t know all that well in the grand scheme of things.
Maybe that’s for the better, though. “You put a lot of emphasis on me being a demigod for Frey.” He starts off, trying to interject some lightness into the conversation rather than doubling down on Niki’s insecurities. “And I get it, I guess to an extent, but I don’t just.. live and do things because I want to appease Frey. I’m a person, too, and half the time I do something I don’t really think much about Frey when I do it. I’ve always just kind of lived in the moment.” Comes the slight explanation, Sunjata dropping to his knees by Niki’s leg with the brace, reaching up to gently undo the buckles so that the necromancer might be able to find some relief getting it off his leg. “Whether or not that’s spending time with people that have two working legs.” Like it matters to him that Niki doesn’t. “It’s not a downside to me like it might be for you. I mean, obviously I don’t want you to hurt or be in pain or anything, but don’t think that it makes me think any less of you because you’ve got problems.” Because he doesn’t. “Gods' know I’ve got enough of my own to judge anyone elses.” He explains, working from buckle to buckle.
“I mean..” But Niki’s not done there, not as he sits at the side of his bed and his fingers start to try to clumsily remove the buckles of the brace on his leg, and Sunjata very much realizes why he thinks Flora had sent him over to talk to him. His brows pinch and he steps forward in spite of himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
But then, as frustration looms and he flops back on the bed and covers his face with an arm, Sunjata crosses the rest of the way. He’s not used to dealing with the spirals, he’s used to being the one that’s essentially inconsolable. It’s a strange reversal he isn’t sure how to handle, let alone for someone he considers a friend but one he doesn’t know all that well in the grand scheme of things.
Maybe that’s for the better, though. “You put a lot of emphasis on me being a demigod for Frey.” He starts off, trying to interject some lightness into the conversation rather than doubling down on Niki’s insecurities. “And I get it, I guess to an extent, but I don’t just.. live and do things because I want to appease Frey. I’m a person, too, and half the time I do something I don’t really think much about Frey when I do it. I’ve always just kind of lived in the moment.” Comes the slight explanation, Sunjata dropping to his knees by Niki’s leg with the brace, reaching up to gently undo the buckles so that the necromancer might be able to find some relief getting it off his leg. “Whether or not that’s spending time with people that have two working legs.” Like it matters to him that Niki doesn’t. “It’s not a downside to me like it might be for you. I mean, obviously I don’t want you to hurt or be in pain or anything, but don’t think that it makes me think any less of you because you’ve got problems.” Because he doesn’t. “Gods' know I’ve got enough of my own to judge anyone elses.” He explains, working from buckle to buckle.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
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.
