this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Inhaling a soft breath of surprise to feel Sunjata respond in kind - not that he'd been expecting rejection, not at this point, but still - Niki shifts back a little to welcome the other man further into his space. His hand abandons his cane (it thunks uselessly against the floorboards) to thread through the salt and pepper of the demigod's hair, as if to enjoy as much of this as he can before it inevitably ends.
Which it has to, if only so Niki can properly catch his breath, but in that time his tongue has proven itself just as clever in kissing as it is with dry humour, and his fingers remain gently tousled in Sunjata's hair as they part. "...I ought to go. Shouldn't I?" he says, the words sounding just as reluctant as they are, and he finds himself laughing at the absurdity of them.
"Only because if I stay I do not think I can go back to small talk and breakfast plans."
Which it has to, if only so Niki can properly catch his breath, but in that time his tongue has proven itself just as clever in kissing as it is with dry humour, and his fingers remain gently tousled in Sunjata's hair as they part. "...I ought to go. Shouldn't I?" he says, the words sounding just as reluctant as they are, and he finds himself laughing at the absurdity of them.
"Only because if I stay I do not think I can go back to small talk and breakfast plans."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
