SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
So wholly unaware is the Heartless of Niki’s attention, it’s when the man sits on the arm of the couch that Sunjata finally settles, his sweater in his lap still trapping his hands like a horrible version of a Chinese finger trap – made only because of the inebriation making it relatively impossible for him to figure out right this second.
Not that he’s really trying all that hard, with his attention on Niki and the heat in his face that he could attribute to the fire, but something tells him it might be because he’s half undressed in Niki’s living room on his couch. “That makes sense.” He admits, thinking it over for a few moments, that if there wasn’t an issue with sleeping and no direct need to stay awake all night, then he’d likely have done the same thing.
But, the Heartless is notoriously bad at sleeping – except for tonight, he’s fairly confident he’ll sleep incredibly well tonight – that he makes up all kinds of bullshit tasks to stay awake rather than relive the torture of his own nightmares. And as Niki asks about the party, Sunjata starts to blossom and open up a bit, sinking back into the warm green cushions, hands still stuck in the sleeves of his pooled sweater. “Gods, it was great.” He drawls, head tilting back to rest against the top of the cushion as he closes his eyes from staring at the ceiling. “And surprisingly warm given we were outside.” Courtesy of Jack, he supposes, and probably the effect of the alcohol in his system. "I had such a great time, though. Wasn't sure I would, but." His head tilts down a little and he shoots a vibrant smile over at Niki, far more open and himself than any of hte previous smiles he'd aimed at the man.
Not that he’s really trying all that hard, with his attention on Niki and the heat in his face that he could attribute to the fire, but something tells him it might be because he’s half undressed in Niki’s living room on his couch. “That makes sense.” He admits, thinking it over for a few moments, that if there wasn’t an issue with sleeping and no direct need to stay awake all night, then he’d likely have done the same thing.
But, the Heartless is notoriously bad at sleeping – except for tonight, he’s fairly confident he’ll sleep incredibly well tonight – that he makes up all kinds of bullshit tasks to stay awake rather than relive the torture of his own nightmares. And as Niki asks about the party, Sunjata starts to blossom and open up a bit, sinking back into the warm green cushions, hands still stuck in the sleeves of his pooled sweater. “Gods, it was great.” He drawls, head tilting back to rest against the top of the cushion as he closes his eyes from staring at the ceiling. “And surprisingly warm given we were outside.” Courtesy of Jack, he supposes, and probably the effect of the alcohol in his system. "I had such a great time, though. Wasn't sure I would, but." His head tilts down a little and he shoots a vibrant smile over at Niki, far more open and himself than any of hte previous smiles he'd aimed at the man.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
