i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Good.” Sunjata hums, quietly pleased that he’s enjoying himself. Even if it doesn’t need to be said, it’s still nice to hear, and that’s a point that Sunjata quietly tucks away internally for the times late at night where he spends far too long going over his mistakes. He shifts their position, hoisting Niki up as if he weighs next to nothing (he pretty much does), and settles in between his legs to get a little closer, hand brushing through the necromancer’s dark hair.
His steel gaze scans the other man’s face, fingers withdrawing to ghost along Niki’s own check, the edge of his collarbone sharp beneath his touch. He’s about to respond to him when he suddenly adds his addition and Sunjata wonders for a brief moment if Niki thought everything he’d said about his lack of clients would apply to him as well, so he pauses and blinks at him before a low and warm laugh leaves him.
He shakes his head slightly, letting the smile still linger on his face. “You’re not my client, Niki.” He pauses, as if that might be enough to get him to think about how much Sunjata chooses to be here rather than being here by design. “I’d be happy being whatever you needed or wanted, whenever you want me.” It’s a softer admission, one that he hopes makes his stance clear enough to make sense but also not be too self-deprecating on his own. But as if to silence those thoughts from forming, the Heartless’ hand drops to brush gently against his shoulder and his thumb grazes his neck as he leans in for another kiss.
His steel gaze scans the other man’s face, fingers withdrawing to ghost along Niki’s own check, the edge of his collarbone sharp beneath his touch. He’s about to respond to him when he suddenly adds his addition and Sunjata wonders for a brief moment if Niki thought everything he’d said about his lack of clients would apply to him as well, so he pauses and blinks at him before a low and warm laugh leaves him.
He shakes his head slightly, letting the smile still linger on his face. “You’re not my client, Niki.” He pauses, as if that might be enough to get him to think about how much Sunjata chooses to be here rather than being here by design. “I’d be happy being whatever you needed or wanted, whenever you want me.” It’s a softer admission, one that he hopes makes his stance clear enough to make sense but also not be too self-deprecating on his own. But as if to silence those thoughts from forming, the Heartless’ hand drops to brush gently against his shoulder and his thumb grazes his neck as he leans in for another kiss.
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.
