relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
He supposes it works if you do enjoy who you are alone. For Sunjata? The times where he was alone were the worst, because it often meant he was left out of something or something worse was about to happen. Childhood trauma, of course, because here in Caido all he was left with when he was alone was the constant reminder of how he could have done better in any of the horrible scenarios he’d dealt with. You’re welcome to take your pick.
“It’s not.” Comes the easy admission, fingers toying with the shirt some more where he’s got it in his hands. “I try to read but I get distracted. I’m not really a tinkerer or an artist.” He actually gives it some thought for once. “I used to go to the boxing ring and fight out my feelings, but, most of the time I’m too tired now.” He huffs a humorless sound akin to a laugh. Maybe it’s not so much the sparring as it is the company.
He glances over as his words leave his lips, though, spying the small smile on Niki’s face that lingers and he exhales a soft breath of relief to know that the necromancer doesn’t want to immediately deny the fact or shift the subject. So he hunkers down, too, against the pillows, turning a little toward the other man. “I got my father’s eyes, y’know.” He pauses, lips quirking slightly. “Freckles from my mom.”
“It’s not.” Comes the easy admission, fingers toying with the shirt some more where he’s got it in his hands. “I try to read but I get distracted. I’m not really a tinkerer or an artist.” He actually gives it some thought for once. “I used to go to the boxing ring and fight out my feelings, but, most of the time I’m too tired now.” He huffs a humorless sound akin to a laugh. Maybe it’s not so much the sparring as it is the company.
He glances over as his words leave his lips, though, spying the small smile on Niki’s face that lingers and he exhales a soft breath of relief to know that the necromancer doesn’t want to immediately deny the fact or shift the subject. So he hunkers down, too, against the pillows, turning a little toward the other man. “I got my father’s eyes, y’know.” He pauses, lips quirking slightly. “Freckles from my mom.”
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.
