i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Oh, I’m sure you easily could.” He replies, sinking into Niki’s own dry humor – though perhaps a touch self-deprecating. But he sees the boyish smile spread on Niki’s face replacing the awkward redness that would’ve bloomed there not long ago, and already he feels like leaps and strides have been made in getting Niki to be a bit more comfortable with him – and at the very least, around him.
To hear that it’s surprising to him that Sunjata doesn’t have a line of people willing and waiting to share his bed, he huffs a laugh to that. “Sometimes they are, sometimes they’re not.” He sighs a little and shoots Niki a small playful smile, crooked from the scar. “I lost most of my regulars a while ago and anyone that wants to now, usually wants an eventful night.” Which he doesn’t mind, but finds it a little tough to keep up with night after night just for some good sleep. Physically, he’s fine with it, but mentally he can’t help but to be a little exhausted already at the thought.
He doesn’t think Niki has overstepped the mark, hence the easy answer, and for that Sunjata focuses back in on the house and the touch of Niki left behind in all of it, underlined with cinnamon crackling in the fireplace. “I’m glad. I’m happy that you’re here.” He admits a little softer, a bit more honesty – enough that he finds himself looking away from Niki as it slips out a touch more vulnerable than he intends.
To hear that it’s surprising to him that Sunjata doesn’t have a line of people willing and waiting to share his bed, he huffs a laugh to that. “Sometimes they are, sometimes they’re not.” He sighs a little and shoots Niki a small playful smile, crooked from the scar. “I lost most of my regulars a while ago and anyone that wants to now, usually wants an eventful night.” Which he doesn’t mind, but finds it a little tough to keep up with night after night just for some good sleep. Physically, he’s fine with it, but mentally he can’t help but to be a little exhausted already at the thought.
He doesn’t think Niki has overstepped the mark, hence the easy answer, and for that Sunjata focuses back in on the house and the touch of Niki left behind in all of it, underlined with cinnamon crackling in the fireplace. “I’m glad. I’m happy that you’re here.” He admits a little softer, a bit more honesty – enough that he finds himself looking away from Niki as it slips out a touch more vulnerable than he intends.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
