relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“It is.” He agrees quietly, reminiscing on the idea of the guns and the bullets and the phantom pain he thinks he can still feel radiating out from the scar on his thigh. “I’ll show you the scar sometime. It’s intense.” Not like Niki’s were, but intense for a different way.
He shifts the conversation from the mention of bullets to the manor and the strange obsession his father had with pretending they were all iron clad and impenetrable. Like he could control the way society lived, thought, and breathed. It’s enough that it has Sunjata staring at the headboard when Niki speaks next, humming a low accented sound of agreement to hear the muttering. “Yeah, that’s what I hear.” But Sunjata was notorious for hearing a variety of things and rarely following the advice.
He finally manages to pull his attention away from the headboard to hear the heavy sigh, his head tilting until his scarred cheek rests against the top of his knee. “I don’t mind, really. Sometimes it helps to know you’re not alone with all the bullshit.” It’s a nonanswer that has him trying to fold an arm under the other just to realize how much he’d sweat in the nightmare of his dream. Wincing (more like a cringe), the Heartless takes a moment to slip his shirt off, sending a few small navy feathers floating toward Niki as he balls it up.
The side that faces Niki is perhaps Sunjata's least scarred side. No lightning strike scars to be found, no face scar, the only things visible are the brief tips of the shark-bite scars that peek above his waistline and three long scars gnarled from claws that scrape down his side in a side swipe. But apart from that? It's all swirling wave and starry tattoos that blend into the dark navy feather tattoos down his shoulders.
He shifts the conversation from the mention of bullets to the manor and the strange obsession his father had with pretending they were all iron clad and impenetrable. Like he could control the way society lived, thought, and breathed. It’s enough that it has Sunjata staring at the headboard when Niki speaks next, humming a low accented sound of agreement to hear the muttering. “Yeah, that’s what I hear.” But Sunjata was notorious for hearing a variety of things and rarely following the advice.
He finally manages to pull his attention away from the headboard to hear the heavy sigh, his head tilting until his scarred cheek rests against the top of his knee. “I don’t mind, really. Sometimes it helps to know you’re not alone with all the bullshit.” It’s a nonanswer that has him trying to fold an arm under the other just to realize how much he’d sweat in the nightmare of his dream. Wincing (more like a cringe), the Heartless takes a moment to slip his shirt off, sending a few small navy feathers floating toward Niki as he balls it up.
The side that faces Niki is perhaps Sunjata's least scarred side. No lightning strike scars to be found, no face scar, the only things visible are the brief tips of the shark-bite scars that peek above his waistline and three long scars gnarled from claws that scrape down his side in a side swipe. But apart from that? It's all swirling wave and starry tattoos that blend into the dark navy feather tattoos down his shoulders.
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.
