relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
A soft snort leaves him to hear Niki’s slurred attempt at a drawl, the tension relaxing in his shoulders as he feels Niki shift a little and when he glances back at him and sees him half slouched into the pillows, Sunjata nods quietly knowing that it’s unlikely the necromancer can see it. “I have a hard time being alone.” He admits, teeth nibbling briefly on his lower lip. “Were you okay with it when you were?” Wondering in the dark din of the night of whether Niki had some hidden and secret knowledge on the subject.
That’s before he somewhat fights with his sticky, sweat dampened shirt, balling it up into his lap to feel the cool breeze against his skin, drying it out now that he doesn’t think he’s about to bleed out from his thigh. He almost doesn’t hear Niki’s mumble, not for lack of listening but because he’s still trying to parse through the pieces of his mind. And when it finally registers, he glances sidelong toward Niki and manages a small smile. “Thanks.” He doesn’t feel like it most days, if only because becoming Frey’s demigod had only sharpened him in everyone’s focus of what he was capable of.
“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but you are too.” And he pauses, because it’s almost like he can tell Niki’s about to offer some kind of slurred rebuttal. “Scars and all. Though, honestly, I’ve always been a sucker for blue eyes.” He shrugs far too casually for it, focusing on his hands that have the wad of his shirt in it, twisting it like it’s a fidget toy and he simply needs something to do with his hands.
That’s before he somewhat fights with his sticky, sweat dampened shirt, balling it up into his lap to feel the cool breeze against his skin, drying it out now that he doesn’t think he’s about to bleed out from his thigh. He almost doesn’t hear Niki’s mumble, not for lack of listening but because he’s still trying to parse through the pieces of his mind. And when it finally registers, he glances sidelong toward Niki and manages a small smile. “Thanks.” He doesn’t feel like it most days, if only because becoming Frey’s demigod had only sharpened him in everyone’s focus of what he was capable of.
“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but you are too.” And he pauses, because it’s almost like he can tell Niki’s about to offer some kind of slurred rebuttal. “Scars and all. Though, honestly, I’ve always been a sucker for blue eyes.” He shrugs far too casually for it, focusing on his hands that have the wad of his shirt in it, twisting it like it’s a fidget toy and he simply needs something to do with his hands.
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.
