i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Sunjata doesn’t bother with fixing his pants just yet, still thriving in the state of tingling in his legs and the bliss that threads through him. “Wouldn’t have known it.” Sunjata retorts, also quietly hoping it isn’t the last time he uses his tongue that way. But he sinks and melts into the couch cushions, relaxing slightly as Niki regards him.
He isn’t expecting the comment, but the explanation it isn’t a criticism and any hackles that try to rise are immediately extinguished with it, his steel gaze scanning Niki’s face as he hears him out. “What about here?” He asks, shifting now to drape along the rest of the couch, resting his head in Niki’s lap, careful of his brace. He’s tall enough that his legs droop off the arm of the other side of the couch. He peers up at Niki in quiet question.
He isn’t expecting the comment, but the explanation it isn’t a criticism and any hackles that try to rise are immediately extinguished with it, his steel gaze scanning Niki’s face as he hears him out. “What about here?” He asks, shifting now to drape along the rest of the couch, resting his head in Niki’s lap, careful of his brace. He’s tall enough that his legs droop off the arm of the other side of the couch. He peers up at Niki in quiet question.
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.
