relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
For all the world, Sunjata swans around as Frey’s demigod, but for the man himself he still feels more and more like he did when he first arrived. He doesn’t feel extra special, he doesn’t feel like this Dionysus type that Niki likely sees when looking at him. So each time that Niki says he’s surprised or can’t for the life of him figure out why the Heartless might be interested in him, the confusion lingers in his mind for a second before it passes as if having to remind him just who he was. “I’m glad.” He says softly, head tilting into the fingers that graze his jaw before they drop. His hand remains on the back of the chair and watches as the necromancer grows bashful and it’s impossible for Sunjata to stop the small smile that blooms on his face in return.
“I know what you mean.” He murmurs softly, shifting a little to crouch beside Niki’s chair. “I’m guessing it’s working for you, huh?” He asks, peering up at the other man with a crooked smile on his face and a raise of his scarred brow, referring to the comment of the night before and how Niki had already experienced the things that didn’t work. He also finds it quietly amusing internally, because he can recall all the times that Nate used to find joy in all of Sunjata’s firsts and for a while there he couldn’t quite understand why.
That is, until now. But those are thoughts that don’t have any space in the air between them and he keeps them locked behind his teeth.
“I know what you mean.” He murmurs softly, shifting a little to crouch beside Niki’s chair. “I’m guessing it’s working for you, huh?” He asks, peering up at the other man with a crooked smile on his face and a raise of his scarred brow, referring to the comment of the night before and how Niki had already experienced the things that didn’t work. He also finds it quietly amusing internally, because he can recall all the times that Nate used to find joy in all of Sunjata’s firsts and for a while there he couldn’t quite understand why.
That is, until now. But those are thoughts that don’t have any space in the air between them and he keeps them locked behind his teeth.
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.
