relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
The sunny smile stuns him for a moment, with how youthful it looks on the necromancer’s face compared to the nearly hardened look the abandoned had always seemed to harbor. Sunjata can’t help but to flash a lopsided one back at him, nodding. “All it takes is a little exploration.” Sunjata murmurs – specifically about the drinks, but however Niki wants to take it, Sunjata will let him.
Especially because he’s moving to stand, and he can’t help the slight bark of a laugh that leaves him to hear Niki’s comment. His steel gaze focuses on the necromancer, arm extended, awaiting the way Niki might push him away only to be quietly delighted to see that the man does take him up on the offer. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that blooms on his face with it, either, bright and blossoming as Niki slaps his hand into his own and the Heartless makes sure he’s steady when Niki tries to go again.
He can feel the callouses on the other man’s hand, met with ones of his own and the scar that bisects his palm. He’s equally as warm, but stands like a pillar while Niki figures out his balance until he’s all but propped up against him. “We did.” Sunjata hums, his voice somehow even more thickly accented as he shifts a little to let Niki try to take another step. “So, how am I doing as a cane?” He asks, starting to guide them toward the room in question. The stairs would prove challenging, but it’s nothing a little partial shifting can’t fix (or carrying).
Especially because he’s moving to stand, and he can’t help the slight bark of a laugh that leaves him to hear Niki’s comment. His steel gaze focuses on the necromancer, arm extended, awaiting the way Niki might push him away only to be quietly delighted to see that the man does take him up on the offer. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that blooms on his face with it, either, bright and blossoming as Niki slaps his hand into his own and the Heartless makes sure he’s steady when Niki tries to go again.
He can feel the callouses on the other man’s hand, met with ones of his own and the scar that bisects his palm. He’s equally as warm, but stands like a pillar while Niki figures out his balance until he’s all but propped up against him. “We did.” Sunjata hums, his voice somehow even more thickly accented as he shifts a little to let Niki try to take another step. “So, how am I doing as a cane?” He asks, starting to guide them toward the room in question. The stairs would prove challenging, but it’s nothing a little partial shifting can’t fix (
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
