stay your pretty eyes on course
"Any time, Sunjata." It's an offhand comment, but one that Niki finds he means, and as the other man drifts off to sleep in surprisingly record time, the necromancer is left to dwell on it - and everything else - as much as he likes. He finds himself watching, at first, the way the Heartless's scars fade from their gentle glow back to nothing at all, ethereal light melting into the warm illumination from the fire in the hearth. It makes Sunjata look younger, his face sleep-blank, his chest rising and falling in a slow, deep rhythm, and Niki matches his breathing to his unconsciously.
It's a dangerous position he finds himself in and he knows it, but as with all matters of the heart, it cares very little for reality and logic, and the necromancer is forced to glance away before his imagination can fully run away with itself. Time, nevertheless, passes slowly, but in a way that has Niki reaching for more of it, and the fire has gotten perhaps a little too low when he finally reaches out to rouse the other man awake.
"Hey," he says softly into the semi-darkness, brushing the back of his fingers along the curve of Sunjata's jaw. "You will miss the rest of the party if you do not wake up soon."
It's a dangerous position he finds himself in and he knows it, but as with all matters of the heart, it cares very little for reality and logic, and the necromancer is forced to glance away before his imagination can fully run away with itself. Time, nevertheless, passes slowly, but in a way that has Niki reaching for more of it, and the fire has gotten perhaps a little too low when he finally reaches out to rouse the other man awake.
"Hey," he says softly into the semi-darkness, brushing the back of his fingers along the curve of Sunjata's jaw. "You will miss the rest of the party if you do not wake up soon."
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
