this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Whether he's a liar or whether he just hasn't had the opportunity to use his limited experience on someone who makes his pulse race, Niki will take whatever chastisement Sunjata has to throw at him as long as there's more of whatever this is to make up for it. "I'm glad you didn't," he mumbles as the other man shifts a bit, though he doesn't go far, and even the sight of the flush along the bridge of his nose is enough to have Niki needing to bite the inside of his cheek not to smile. "I wanted you to as well."
For much longer than just tonight, in truth, but that's not something he's likely to let slip even inebriated. Instead, inhaling a soft and shaky breath as Sunjata's lips brush across his bare shoulder, the necromancer does his best to stay comfortable (aka to not implode) at the casual drape of an arm across his chest, at the heat he can feel rolling off the body beside his own. "Yeah, well. Don't let me play it off when I'm sober," he warns, as if already anticipating the way he'll try to make nothing of this in the morning, to erase whatever steps forward he's taken tonight.
"Do you think you'll sleep?" he asks, one of his hands grazing across the back of Sunjata's forearm where it rests against him.
For much longer than just tonight, in truth, but that's not something he's likely to let slip even inebriated. Instead, inhaling a soft and shaky breath as Sunjata's lips brush across his bare shoulder, the necromancer does his best to stay comfortable (aka to not implode) at the casual drape of an arm across his chest, at the heat he can feel rolling off the body beside his own. "Yeah, well. Don't let me play it off when I'm sober," he warns, as if already anticipating the way he'll try to make nothing of this in the morning, to erase whatever steps forward he's taken tonight.
"Do you think you'll sleep?" he asks, one of his hands grazing across the back of Sunjata's forearm where it rests against him.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
