i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Honestly, it worked most of the time for him. The less he could make something seem daunting, the more it seemed like he’d be able to overcome it. And combined, where it wasn’t just yourself working through the stress, he found it helped too. Now, though, he stands there between Niki’s legs, guiding his hand to his lips, uncaring of the raised scars he can feel beneath his lips before he guides the hand to his neck.
He feels the soft brush of Niki’s own hand as it traces across the raised lines. Silvered bite marks adorn the sides of his neck and along his collarbones, smaller and smooth as opposed to the raised scar tissue from his actually traumatic scarring while the rest had come about for pleasure or utility. “No, they don’t hurt.” He murmurs softly, reassuring Niki that he could poke and prod away at them to his heart’s content.
As for Niki’s own sweater, the answer that comes is a sorry wrapped in a question mark, and Sunjata can’t help but to lift his gaze to try and catch his slate blues with a soft smile. “On is fine with me.” Another little reassurance, even as he drops the hem of the shirt to smooth his hand along the sharp edge of Niki’s hip, fingers soft where they trace a design in against his skin, stretching out to feel and map this portion of his body slowly, to get the necromancer used to it.
He feels the soft brush of Niki’s own hand as it traces across the raised lines. Silvered bite marks adorn the sides of his neck and along his collarbones, smaller and smooth as opposed to the raised scar tissue from his actually traumatic scarring while the rest had come about for pleasure or utility. “No, they don’t hurt.” He murmurs softly, reassuring Niki that he could poke and prod away at them to his heart’s content.
As for Niki’s own sweater, the answer that comes is a sorry wrapped in a question mark, and Sunjata can’t help but to lift his gaze to try and catch his slate blues with a soft smile. “On is fine with me.” Another little reassurance, even as he drops the hem of the shirt to smooth his hand along the sharp edge of Niki’s hip, fingers soft where they trace a design in against his skin, stretching out to feel and map this portion of his body slowly, to get the necromancer used to it.
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.
