relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
His stomach is still roiling with nausea, but he settles back on the bed and tucks one leg up, the other lifted enough to rest his forehead on his knee. His breaths are measured, requiring a fair amount of focus as he feels the bed shift slightly with Niki propping himself up with more pillows and getting comfortable too.
He isn’t sure what to expect when Niki starts talking – but to hear that it lingers on a hint of the conversation that they’d had just before falling asleep, it has him chewing the inside of his cheek. He has a bit of experience with orphans, his mind flickering back to the twins that he and Nate had adopted, growing and living a better life without his traumas after the war. He makes a quiet mental note to go and visit and tries not to let it sink down in his gut as a failure alongside the nausea that’s become smoother waves. Still there, but not enough to completely relax it.
“Was it your first choice?” He asks, unsure what to say. He doesn’t know if it was some kind of orphan job fair where they got to go and choose what to do or if they, much like himself, were thrown into a job that didn’t exactly align. Sunjata never aspired in his youth to rule or police the world, but it’s how he grew up. It was the only tools he was given to learn how to live, so he’d fallen into the trap of it with all the freedom of being in a new world where he could make whatever choices he wanted to and still found himself struggling with the ins and outs of what he could do.
But he doesn’t comment on it yet, just sits there counting his breaths and listening for Niki’s voice to hang onto.
He isn’t sure what to expect when Niki starts talking – but to hear that it lingers on a hint of the conversation that they’d had just before falling asleep, it has him chewing the inside of his cheek. He has a bit of experience with orphans, his mind flickering back to the twins that he and Nate had adopted, growing and living a better life without his traumas after the war. He makes a quiet mental note to go and visit and tries not to let it sink down in his gut as a failure alongside the nausea that’s become smoother waves. Still there, but not enough to completely relax it.
“Was it your first choice?” He asks, unsure what to say. He doesn’t know if it was some kind of orphan job fair where they got to go and choose what to do or if they, much like himself, were thrown into a job that didn’t exactly align. Sunjata never aspired in his youth to rule or police the world, but it’s how he grew up. It was the only tools he was given to learn how to live, so he’d fallen into the trap of it with all the freedom of being in a new world where he could make whatever choices he wanted to and still found himself struggling with the ins and outs of what he could do.
But he doesn’t comment on it yet, just sits there counting his breaths and listening for Niki’s voice to hang onto.
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.
