relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“Well, I can give a good review about your furniture.” Sunjata admits with a soft laugh, a stupidly boyish smile on his face despite how half of it remains buried in the pillows, like he might be able to hide the flush to his cheeks if he buries it enough. It’s this easy and smooth banter that has the Heartless able to feel less of the sorrow that seeps in, like each little soft comment Niki offers are small flexible patches he can stuff into them and keep the dread at bay.
Temporary, though, seeing as how they won’t last when they wake in the morning. But for now, it’s nice, and he lets himself indulge in it for however long it’ll last. Enough that when Niki’s finger waggles toward him as if in chastisement, Sunjata snorts softly despite the widening of his eyes, playing along. “You’re really good at it, y’know.” He admits, wishing he was even half as capable of the dry, witty humor that Niki is prone to, and the way he can just say what he means or wants without it getting tangled up with the wrong implications.
But, then, it’s like he notices the ruffle of Niki’s hair and how the dark strands have fallen into his face. And while it isn’t really Sunjata’s place, he reaches out to brush the strands out of his face before withdrawing and rolling onto his back to peer up at the ceiling that seems a bit more like a sky in the twilight of the room. “You should probably get some sleep.” And with any luck at all, he'll get some too.
Temporary, though, seeing as how they won’t last when they wake in the morning. But for now, it’s nice, and he lets himself indulge in it for however long it’ll last. Enough that when Niki’s finger waggles toward him as if in chastisement, Sunjata snorts softly despite the widening of his eyes, playing along. “You’re really good at it, y’know.” He admits, wishing he was even half as capable of the dry, witty humor that Niki is prone to, and the way he can just say what he means or wants without it getting tangled up with the wrong implications.
But, then, it’s like he notices the ruffle of Niki’s hair and how the dark strands have fallen into his face. And while it isn’t really Sunjata’s place, he reaches out to brush the strands out of his face before withdrawing and rolling onto his back to peer up at the ceiling that seems a bit more like a sky in the twilight of the room. “You should probably get some sleep.” And with any luck at all, he'll get some too.
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.
