relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
He listens, quietly captivated for the potential play by play that Niki offers – the everything up to the bottom of the stairs snagging his attention. Because if he didn’t remember anything after that… well, there’d be a lot of explaining to do. But the necromancer isn’t done and Sunjata sits there with his shirt in his hands as he finishes the thought to say that he does remember everything after he’d woken him up.
And while his nightmare hadn’t been intentional, he is glad that it happened, because he’s not sure he would have had the guts in him to pull it otherwise. But Niki continues about what happened between them and that he does remember, the corner of Sunjata’s lips tug up in a small smile. “Good.” Sunjata murmurs, pausing to slip his shirt on, hiding the scars and the tattoos beneath the fabric.
He stands once his shirt is on, tugging it down to try and smooth out some wrinkles. “Then this won’t be a surprise.” He murmurs, crossing the distance between them to the chair Niki’s settled in. His hand braces against the back of it as he leans down to claim another kiss, just to prove the point to the necromancer that it hadn’t just been something to share in the dark of night when secrets and nightmares had shaken reality.
And while his nightmare hadn’t been intentional, he is glad that it happened, because he’s not sure he would have had the guts in him to pull it otherwise. But Niki continues about what happened between them and that he does remember, the corner of Sunjata’s lips tug up in a small smile. “Good.” Sunjata murmurs, pausing to slip his shirt on, hiding the scars and the tattoos beneath the fabric.
He stands once his shirt is on, tugging it down to try and smooth out some wrinkles. “Then this won’t be a surprise.” He murmurs, crossing the distance between them to the chair Niki’s settled in. His hand braces against the back of it as he leans down to claim another kiss, just to prove the point to the necromancer that it hadn’t just been something to share in the dark of night when secrets and nightmares had shaken reality.
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.
