this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"You attribute me to far more violence than I have ever enacted on you, Sunjata," Niki drawls, though he's unable to keep the playful edge from his voice. Still, as if to give the Heartless what he's already expecting, he does raise the cane where it rests between his knees, reaching out to gently bonk the demigod on the forehead with the handle of it. "There. I would not want to disappoint your wildest fantasies of me," he says with an amused raise of his eyebrows.
It still catches him off guard, the way Sunjata easily admits to struggling when it comes to instigating anything intimate; Niki's assumptions (which are rapidly disappearing now that they're faced with the truth) being that any chosen of Frey would excel in that particular arena. "You will forgive me, I hope, for being surprised to learn that you are shy," he says, a warmer smile curling across his lips now.
And perhaps that's why he does what he does next, because Niki has never had the confidence before now. But even very recent experience is enough, apparently, to have him closing the space between them, aiming a gentle kiss against Sunjata's lips.
It still catches him off guard, the way Sunjata easily admits to struggling when it comes to instigating anything intimate; Niki's assumptions (which are rapidly disappearing now that they're faced with the truth) being that any chosen of Frey would excel in that particular arena. "You will forgive me, I hope, for being surprised to learn that you are shy," he says, a warmer smile curling across his lips now.
And perhaps that's why he does what he does next, because Niki has never had the confidence before now. But even very recent experience is enough, apparently, to have him closing the space between them, aiming a gentle kiss against Sunjata's lips.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
