i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Sleep takes him with ease, a blissful relaxing one where there’s no nightmares lurking around the corners of his mind. It’s a long deep sleep, better than the ones he’d had sharing Niki’s bed or couch in the past, not that he’d know it in his deep slumber. Niki would be able to tell, though.
The soft touch to his jaw has him rousing slightly, head tilting into it unconsciously before he actually hears Niki’s voice. A soft hum that grows a bit louder, that starts to make more sense, and before Sunjata knows it his gaze is opening to a much darker room than it had been when he’d fallen asleep.
“Hm?” He starts, voice deep and accented thickly in his sleep. “Oh, ja, die partytjie..” He drawls in his native tongue before he starts waking up more fully. Blinking the sleep away, he reaches up to rub at his eyes and starts to sit up. “How long was I out?” He mutters, still trying to wake up from his nap.
The soft touch to his jaw has him rousing slightly, head tilting into it unconsciously before he actually hears Niki’s voice. A soft hum that grows a bit louder, that starts to make more sense, and before Sunjata knows it his gaze is opening to a much darker room than it had been when he’d fallen asleep.
“Hm?” He starts, voice deep and accented thickly in his sleep. “Oh, ja, die partytjie..” He drawls in his native tongue before he starts waking up more fully. Blinking the sleep away, he reaches up to rub at his eyes and starts to sit up. “How long was I out?” He mutters, still trying to wake up from his nap.
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.
