i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The flush is hot under Niki’s touch, just as Sunjata’s hand is at his side, bleeding through the cableknit sweater. He can feel both the weight and warmth of Niki’s hand at his chest, too, warm and offering so much of the things he’d felt like he was lacking. He only pulls away when Niki does, the whisper said between them that has him hardly wanting to move now that Niki’s this close, and while the gears work in his head he can see more than hear the thunder of his pulse rabbiting against his neck.
“Yeah.” He starts off, equally as soft in the minute space between them. “I wanted to make sure you were having a good time.” Whether it meant at the party or inside his home, making sure that Niki was having a good LongNight regardless of how he wished to spend it. But for now, the Heartless moves slightly, almost like he’s about to snag Niki’s hand and bring him to the couch when he shifts their positions.
It takes very little effort to snag Niki and hoist him up to sit on the counter, tall enough now to be eye level with Sunjata as he draws back to his mostly full height, drawn back into Niki’s space without any hesitation. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” He asks after a moment, reaching up with a free hand to brush back the snow-damp dark hair from his face.
“Yeah.” He starts off, equally as soft in the minute space between them. “I wanted to make sure you were having a good time.” Whether it meant at the party or inside his home, making sure that Niki was having a good LongNight regardless of how he wished to spend it. But for now, the Heartless moves slightly, almost like he’s about to snag Niki’s hand and bring him to the couch when he shifts their positions.
It takes very little effort to snag Niki and hoist him up to sit on the counter, tall enough now to be eye level with Sunjata as he draws back to his mostly full height, drawn back into Niki’s space without any hesitation. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” He asks after a moment, reaching up with a free hand to brush back the snow-damp dark hair from his face.
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.
