relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
Niki might be in his own haze of alcohol still, but Sunjata’s equally as much in a haze as the necromancer. Pinching at the bridge of his nose and rubbing at the side of his face, starting to relax slightly as the tension seeps from his shoulders and he feels the bed shift as Niki sits up. He stays where he is, though, feathers rippling along his neck as he takes a few steadying breaths, looking at the shift in atmosphere as a distraction.
“Yeah.” He murmurs – which is why he didn’t sleep. And now Niki has a first row seat to why Sunjata chooses his insomnia, why he chooses to busy himself with things until he doesn’t have to sit with his thoughts because they always drift to the worst parts of his life. He chews on his cheek, muscles feathering in his jaw as he starts to sit up, unfolding himself a touch as he lets Niki’s question hang in the air, unsure how exactly to respond.
He doesn’t know how Niki can help, but at least he doesn’t feel like he needs to escape the room after this lack of composure. He scoots back on the bed enough to tuck one leg up and under him, the other perched up so he can wrap his arms around it and press his forehead against his knee, sucking in a slow and steadying breath. “Can you… Talk about something? Anything?” It doesn’t matter what, but something that would distract him and give him something else to focus on than the oily nausea in his gut.
“Yeah.” He murmurs – which is why he didn’t sleep. And now Niki has a first row seat to why Sunjata chooses his insomnia, why he chooses to busy himself with things until he doesn’t have to sit with his thoughts because they always drift to the worst parts of his life. He chews on his cheek, muscles feathering in his jaw as he starts to sit up, unfolding himself a touch as he lets Niki’s question hang in the air, unsure how exactly to respond.
He doesn’t know how Niki can help, but at least he doesn’t feel like he needs to escape the room after this lack of composure. He scoots back on the bed enough to tuck one leg up and under him, the other perched up so he can wrap his arms around it and press his forehead against his knee, sucking in a slow and steadying breath. “Can you… Talk about something? Anything?” It doesn’t matter what, but something that would distract him and give him something else to focus on than the oily nausea in his gut.
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.
