stay your pretty eyes on course
Poking and prodding has never been part of the necromancer's wheelhouse - not in the way Sunjata might be accustomed to being handled, anyway - and he merely hums a note of acceptance to hear that the branches of scar tissue don't bother him. His touch remains as gentle as before, though it grows more curious and sure of itself as he traces bite marks and freckles and ink, warm skin and the other scars the Heartless had told him about. "Where do you like to be touched?" he wonders before he can stop himself, Niki smiling ruefully at his own boldness and pausing to let his hand linger over the other man's heart.
It has barely occurred to him that Sunjata might actually want to touch him in return, despite their conversation about it, and he's left feeling a little breathless when not only does he take his shyness in stride, but makes it work for him regardless. The brush of fingers against his skin sends a shiver up the length of his spine that's entirely beyond his control, the necromancer having to stop himself from holding his breath just in case he passes out entirely.
It has barely occurred to him that Sunjata might actually want to touch him in return, despite their conversation about it, and he's left feeling a little breathless when not only does he take his shyness in stride, but makes it work for him regardless. The brush of fingers against his skin sends a shiver up the length of his spine that's entirely beyond his control, the necromancer having to stop himself from holding his breath just in case he passes out entirely.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
