relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
He imagines most people pick couches based off of their own comfort and not demigods that have chosen to come and bug them in the middle of the night. But it helps that the comfort is related to sleeping on it as well, hence the easy review Sunjata would give to anyone that might decide to stay over at Niki’s.
Snorting softly to hear Niki miss the point completely, it’s the liquor that likely has caused such a thing, and he can’t fault him for not following along when he’d been the one that supplied them in the first place. So instead, he nods along, that boyish and stupid smile focusing on Niki. “There’s still time.” He murmurs, before he’s reaching out and brushing away the dark hair from those hazy blue eyes and rolling over before he can see whether or not Niki enjoyed it or he’d stepped too far.
The voice isn’t much of an indicator either, though. The mumble soft and leaving Sunjata uncertain whether or not it’s Niki curling into himself because he’d gone a little too far with just a simple touch. It keeps him up after Niki’s goodnight, even after he’s offered his own quiet “goodnight, Niki,” still laying on his back and peering up at the sky. Unintentionally, he shifts the ceiling a little in this dreamscape of Niki’s making, a soft and easy sky fluttering throughout he can watch to try and count like sheep to fall asleep.
It comes all at once, like a blanket thrown over him to blot out his vision, and where usually this would mean his sleep is easy and fine because he isn’t alone, obviously the events that had lead up to their quiet goodnights have taken a number. He’s out for a while, though for the first time when sharing a bed, the Heartless moves enough to maybe be noticed after some time, regardless of inebriation. He’s obviously tense, too, tossing and turning, curled into himself with dark navy feathers that ripple along his neck and shoulders under his shirt. A few fall out, left behind in the bed in feathery cusps that dust the bed, seeming to relax the second his back is to Niki's side, completely curled in on himself.
Snorting softly to hear Niki miss the point completely, it’s the liquor that likely has caused such a thing, and he can’t fault him for not following along when he’d been the one that supplied them in the first place. So instead, he nods along, that boyish and stupid smile focusing on Niki. “There’s still time.” He murmurs, before he’s reaching out and brushing away the dark hair from those hazy blue eyes and rolling over before he can see whether or not Niki enjoyed it or he’d stepped too far.
The voice isn’t much of an indicator either, though. The mumble soft and leaving Sunjata uncertain whether or not it’s Niki curling into himself because he’d gone a little too far with just a simple touch. It keeps him up after Niki’s goodnight, even after he’s offered his own quiet “goodnight, Niki,” still laying on his back and peering up at the sky. Unintentionally, he shifts the ceiling a little in this dreamscape of Niki’s making, a soft and easy sky fluttering throughout he can watch to try and count like sheep to fall asleep.
It comes all at once, like a blanket thrown over him to blot out his vision, and where usually this would mean his sleep is easy and fine because he isn’t alone, obviously the events that had lead up to their quiet goodnights have taken a number. He’s out for a while, though for the first time when sharing a bed, the Heartless moves enough to maybe be noticed after some time, regardless of inebriation. He’s obviously tense, too, tossing and turning, curled into himself with dark navy feathers that ripple along his neck and shoulders under his shirt. A few fall out, left behind in the bed in feathery cusps that dust the bed, seeming to relax the second his back is to Niki's side, completely curled in on himself.
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.
