stay your pretty eyes on course
"That is about right," Niki agrees, the words almost mumbled against Sunjata's lips. Amazing doesn't even start to cover it in fact, and in the long, quiet days of darkness after this, rest assured the necromancer will revisit this memory again and again. (He will also never be able to look at his kitchen counter in quite the same way).
His hands drift to start unfastening buttons as Sunjata unbuckles his belt, touch stuttering a bit at his comment; Niki scoffs a quiet, almost boyish laugh, cheeks flooding pink again as he glances away. "Do I seem the type to hold that sort of thing against anyone?" he asks, raising a brow and glancing back towards the Flood.
He does pause, though, at the realisation that they ought to be switching their positions, but suffice to say that getting on his knees is more difficult for Niki than it might be for the majority of other people. "Would you take us to the couch?" he asks, less self conscious about this than anything else so far; in this, the necromancer at least knows his limitations and how to get past them. "You stand, and I'll sit."
His hands drift to start unfastening buttons as Sunjata unbuckles his belt, touch stuttering a bit at his comment; Niki scoffs a quiet, almost boyish laugh, cheeks flooding pink again as he glances away. "Do I seem the type to hold that sort of thing against anyone?" he asks, raising a brow and glancing back towards the Flood.
He does pause, though, at the realisation that they ought to be switching their positions, but suffice to say that getting on his knees is more difficult for Niki than it might be for the majority of other people. "Would you take us to the couch?" he asks, less self conscious about this than anything else so far; in this, the necromancer at least knows his limitations and how to get past them. "You stand, and I'll sit."
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
