this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki seems to lean into the space opened up between them before realising it's for breath and composure, and he lets out a huff of breath that he'll likely struggle to catch no matter how long they give one another. "Surprised," he admits with a twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips, cheeks flushed and his pulse thudding dully in his ears. "Still hungover. But alright, yes." The confirmation comes paired with a small nod, his fingers grazing across Sunjata's jaw before his hand drops again.
"I know it is only a kiss, but..." He smiles again, glancing away and seeming bashful if anything. "It is more than I have had with anyone where it feels like I was there for it, you know?" It's the only way he can describe it, truly. He'd said once before that he'd done enough to know what didn't work for him, and the difference now is night and day, clearly, even when it's just a brush of lips and fingertips.
"I know it is only a kiss, but..." He smiles again, glancing away and seeming bashful if anything. "It is more than I have had with anyone where it feels like I was there for it, you know?" It's the only way he can describe it, truly. He'd said once before that he'd done enough to know what didn't work for him, and the difference now is night and day, clearly, even when it's just a brush of lips and fingertips.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
