i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Ooh, good to know.” Sunjata hums as he shifts to get comfortable with his head in Niki’s lap. The comment itself seems innocent at first, though there’s the underlying quiet conviction that this wasn’t just a one and done on his part. That he looks forward to whatever kind of trouble they get into, even if he can’t and won’t verbalize it right now. Whatever this was, Sunjata hopes that everything he’d said to the necromancer before still proves true, that he did find him attractive, that he did want to be around him.
So he settles as Niki gets comfortable, and between their activities and his own mental exhaustion, Sunjata has to stifle a yawn right after Niki says it’s fine. The hand in his hair is only an additional boon to the feeling of sleep tugging at him, and he nestles into it comfortably. “That sounds nice. Thanks, Niki.” He didn’t get a look at the fire, just the way Niki was illuminated by it, but he trusts that he’d let him know when it needed to be stoked again. And it’s those thoughts that bolster Sunjata as sleep takes him away, his breathing slowing and growing deeper, a kind of quiet innocence about his face as he finally, fully relaxes the most Niki’s ever seen from him.
So he settles as Niki gets comfortable, and between their activities and his own mental exhaustion, Sunjata has to stifle a yawn right after Niki says it’s fine. The hand in his hair is only an additional boon to the feeling of sleep tugging at him, and he nestles into it comfortably. “That sounds nice. Thanks, Niki.” He didn’t get a look at the fire, just the way Niki was illuminated by it, but he trusts that he’d let him know when it needed to be stoked again. And it’s those thoughts that bolster Sunjata as sleep takes him away, his breathing slowing and growing deeper, a kind of quiet innocence about his face as he finally, fully relaxes the most Niki’s ever seen from him.
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.
